the boy.

once upon a time, a married couple conceived a baby. after nine months, the baby was born. it was a boy. a very ugly one. but still, when people see him they'd be like "aww. he's so cute!" but under their breaths, they'd be like "oh my god, that's an ugly baby!". but that's not what his parents think. they don't think that he's ugly, they think that he's fugly. they can't even look at him.

as time goes by, the little ugly baby grew up to become a little ugly boy. at the age of 5, the boy went to a small shop near his house. he bought a mineral water. he drank it and he threw the plastic bottle away just like that. the plastic bottle is of course, not environmental friendly. so it did some scientifical shit it's supposed to do and that had caused global warming. icebergs melted and the air became poisonous. a year after that, the earth got too hot and it bursted into space. yes, the world has finally came to an end because of that ugly boy.

so the moral of the story is not "do not use plastic bottles" or "don't simply throw plastic bottles according to your mother father (suka hati mak bapak)". the real moral of the story is "kill ugly babies because they lead to ugly endings".