It was another wild afternoon at home in Kentucky. Gaby, 18, had just gotten back from a light soccer training session and was feeling extra confident. Jake, her 15-year-old brother, had been minding his own business—until Gaby decided he was her personal roast target for the day.

“Jake, why do you always walk like a Roblox character?” she laughed, tossing her water bottle onto the kitchen table. Jake rolled his eyes. “Bro…” “No no, seriously,” she continued with a grin, following him around the living room. “Like—clink clank clonk—‘Gaby, I’m a little NPC!’”

“Alright, Gaby,” Jake said, warning her with a smirk. “Keep talking and see what happens.”

She gasped dramatically. “Is that a threat from my little brother? Ooooh I’m so scared.” He walked past her, ignoring her… but then she followed. “Wait, wait—hold on. Be honest,” she said, laughing, “how much you bench? Like… a gallon of milk?”

That was it.

Jake glanced at the big, empty trash can they had in the corner of the garage hallway—the tall rolling one. Gaby didn’t notice the look in his eye.

“You underestimate me,” Jake muttered.

“What?”

Before she could blink, Jake grabbed her—really grabbed her—wrapping his arms around her waist in one motion. “WAIT—WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING—JAKE—NO NO NO—” THUD. Right into the trash can.

It was a perfect fit. Legs hanging over the side. Ponytail tilted. Completely stunned.

“OH MY GOSH—” Gaby shouted from inside the bin. “YOU DID NOT JUST—”

Jake stood over her, arms crossed. “So… how’s it feel to be ‘goated’ now?”

From the can, muffled laughter spilled out. “I swear when I get out I’m gonna ruin your life—”