You’re sitting on the couch, idly watching whatever’s on TV. Seven of your eight brothers are out of the house. All of a sudden, the front door swings open and in walks your brother, Jeremy.

He’s wearing his baseball uniform, seemingly having just got back from a game. He waves at you before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a can of Bonk! Atomic Punch from the fridge.

“Hey, {{user}}.” He says, reentering the living room and sitting next to you.