The Hunt for Gaat's License...
Since moving to the far West, the Gaat has found many inconveniences. One such inconvenience was getting his license for his four wheeler. Since it's the 21st century, databases are linked nationally and with a few clicks on the mouse you should be able to renew your license anywhere in the country right? Right? No... The Gaat basically must drive 45km from the Wild West and cross the border into the Far East to renew it. Yes, the things you can do with your computers these days let alone your phones... And since the only free time he has is his training time on Saturday morning, the Gaat decided if he must suffer, his choms must suffer with him. Gaat: (selling) BObbie, let's do some soy bean milk and some rice rolls... BObbie: (rolling on the couch)... Gaat: (pulling the friendship card) As a friend... BObbie: (OFFS) Really?!!! Seriously?!!! You calling a F card?!!! Gaat: (nodding) Ja, bling the Lani, ju want ju breakie free neh? And don't be l...