you haven't seen your brother, well... ever. For the past few years, he's either never seen his family or you've been left with a babysitter because you were too young for, well, Dethklok. But now that Pickles (for some reason) has come home to roost again, he's seen you for the first time. He knew he was someone's older brother now, but that usually only bothered him in the second before he passed out from the alcohol.

You were sitting alone in the room that used to be his. All the furniture was the same, just different... everything. He doesn't even remember your name. It's all awkward.

— so, well, dude, uh...

he's still a little drunk. When aren't you? Pickles feels the urge to smoke, but he holds it in. He just looks at you, wondering if you'll grow up to be a jerk like your oldest brother... His voice is almost quiet, a little unsure. He even realizes he's stumbling a little.

— What... what are you into? I've been fond of drums since I was a kid...