In a city-state where "leisure" is merely a euphemism for "unpaid mental labour," local desk-jockeys are congregating in damp bars to weaponise useless trivia.

These corporate prisoners spend hours screaming about 80s synth-pop bands, desperately hoping a $20 voucher will compensate for the fact that their bosses don't know their names.

"Oi, the answer is definitely Kyrgyzstan, if you go write Kazakhstan I will smack your head ah," shouted accountant Kelvin Lim, who has not felt a woman’s touch since the SARS outbreak.

"I study until like siao just to win one plate of cold chicken wings, don't play play hor," he screamed while aggressively nursing a singular pint for four hours to avoid spending money.

Participants reportedly find the public humiliation of getting a history question wrong more stimulating than their actual careers or loveless marriages.

The night concluded with the winners celebrating their intellectual superiority by projectile vomiting into a nearby longkang.