I had a bad day. A Monday. A mentally disturbed client - make that very disturbed - with a very incompetent salesman to end my day. What am I going to do with this rage inside me? I'm a walking time bomb basically. I'm insane, if I'm to be believed. Now, now, a maniac don't go around saying he is crazy. He only goes around with a semi-automatic weapon spraying away. Only that on this sunny island, it's impossible to get one.
Then again, you never know. Even Selamat succeeded in crossing the strait undetected.