In a stunning display of biological evolution, 3rd Sergeant (3SG) Tan has officially transitioned from a jobless polytechnic graduate into a supreme interstellar overlord.

The transformation occurred the exact second the SAF-issued chevrons were Velcro-ed onto his sweat-stained No. 4 uniform.

Tan now spends eighteen hours a day screaming at recruits for breathing at a frequency that offends his royal ears.

"You think this one your grandfather's house ah? Whole lot of you knock it down until I happy, or your weekend burn until you cry!" Tan screamed while vibrating with unearned authority.

Witnesses report that Tan’s ego has expanded so rapidly it now has its own gravitational pull, dragging down the morale of an entire platoon.

Despite being unable to fold a bedsheet in civilian life, Tan is now a world-renowned expert on the microscopic placement of soap sponges.

"I don't care if you cry, I only care your cupboard must be swee swee," he added, while sniffing a recruit's locker for traces of unauthorized joy.

The SAF confirms that Tan’s massive power trip is the only thing currently keeping the nation’s defense from total collapse.