Let me tell you a story about this one guy who said he'd use the "power of persuasion."
This is a true story. 100% true. I know this for a fact because I was THERE!
A friend of my brother's was asked by a teacher to look after his house while the teacher was gone vactioning in Bali. That one boy, let's call him George, wasn't going to go anywhere and was held in good regard by his teachers. He was a good student and was on the cross country team. Got to be a solid pick right?
Anyways we went over to hang out (wasn't a wild party, we kept it totally under control) and my brother asked him, "dude, what if someone tries to break in and rob this place? Don't you need like a baseball bat or something?"
George goes, "No, I refuse to use violence. I will use the power of reason and persuasion."
And we knew there was only one thing left to do.
A few days later we mounted a commando raid at night.
Wearing black clothes, we took our bikes (the teacher's house was about 20 minutes away by bike from our house) and some stuff. I brought a plastic bag, an empty glass bottle... my brother packed some lighter fluid and matches. He brought along a friend who spoke totally fluent Indonesian as well (this took place in Indonesia) and we also packed a cell phone. The operation was on.
We biked over and parked our bikes behind a bend in the road. We snuck up to the house (which was a two story house with a garden on two adjacent sides... yeah you can afford these in Indonesia) and climbed the wall and landed in the garden. First order of business.
My friend placed a phone call on the land line so the number wouldn't show. We knew the teacher's phone didn't have caller ID. George picked up the phone. "Hello?" The friend stayed silent then hung up.
A few minutes later the friend called again and George went, "Hello?" To which the friend mumbled something quietly in Indonesian ... along the lines of "there's someone in the house." By now I'm sure George was freaking out.
About a minute later, I cut the electricity (in Indonesia the fuse boxes are on the outside for some reason) for about twenty seconds... the guy didn't even come out to investigate! Definitely scared shitless. Then I put the electricity back up again. I'm sure by now he was wondering what the f*ck was going on. The electricity does go out in Indonesia now and then ... but for the fuse to kick back on its own again...?
Then after about a minute or two, I put the electricity out for good. Commence assault phase. My brother and his friend swung around to the front door and proceeded to pour lighter fluid on the grill and some other non burning surfaces and lit it. Both of them started dancing like madmen and because all the light sources were from the outside to the inside, their faces were totally invisible. Meanwhile, I put the glass bottle in the plastic bag and smashed it real hard against the wall just under a large window before I started to shake the garage door like mad.
After about a minute we realized the guy was nowhere to be seen. We were like "eh? Where is he?" So we just packed up all our evidence, jumped the wall to the outside and went to our bikes... we waited.
About ten minutes later my brother called George. "Hey George, I think I left my lap top charger at your place. Can I come over to look for it?"
George goes, "MAN, you're not going to believe what just happened!"
The hell we won't... hehe.
"What happened?" my brother asks.
"I'll tell you later, come quick!"
"Alright... we'll be there."
Five minutes later we biked to the front gate (remember it normally takes 20 minutes by bike and the guy George actually knows this) and George goes, "What took you so long??" He looks startled as hell.
"What the hell happened?"
"Some guys broke into the house!" George looked scared sh1tless.
"Where?" I asked.
"They broke the window and came in."
I walked over to the window and of course it was intact. "Looks fine to me."
George looked confused and embarrassed as hell. "But..."
Alright it's getting kinda long... but to cut it short...
George never knew it was us until we told him a few weeks later.
He made up some bullsh1t story about how he got a "staff" as he said (not a stick apparently) and ran to the 2nd floor.
He actually took a cordless phone and went to the 2nd floor, locked himself in a bathroom and called this one girl he had a crush on (or something) and told her he was SCARED. HA HA HA.
He called his parents who called the cops and in Indonesia, the cops won't do anything but take your money.
We called him a coward and he said pretty pridefully "those guys were much bigger than you." HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
When my brother finally broke it to him, it was right in front of the teacher who had been believing the guy's bullsh1t story.
So what's the moral of this story?
Pretty straight forward I think!
