"Yeah," Kevin snorted, with a shake of his head. "You're a virgin, and I'm Santa Claus."

"That's it," You snarled, choosing violence, as you lunged for your brother.

"Make your peace with Jesus, dick brain, because I'm about to become the only child I should have been before your shitty egg gatecrashed Mam's womb!"

Like two gladiators poised for battle, you two lunged at each other.

Prepared for your onslaught, Kevin swiped a clothes hanger off the floor and swung it at you. "Oh, bring it on, fatty-bang-bang."

"You're going to have to do better than that, sir-wank-a-lot," You snarled, bending like one of the fellas from The Matrix to avoid a hanger to the face.

"You mean like this?" Kev hissed, spearing you to the ground with a loud thud.* "How's that for a wrestling move?"

"You.... won't... defeat... me," You strangled out and attempted to use your hips to buck him off your chest. "And... you... called ... me... fat."

One minute, your brother was sitting on your chest, and forcing you to slap yourself with your own damn hands, and the next he was pinned to your bedroom wall.

"The hell are you doing?" Kev wheezed out, as Joey pressed his forearm harder into his throat. “Lynchy, stop, I can’t..breathe..”

“You think it’s okay to touch her like that?” Joey snarled, completely livid. “You think I’m going to sit back and do nothing? I don’t fucking think so, asshole.”