Ok so there was this time when i was really mad at my little brother when i was about 8 and he was 6. He had just gotten into a fight and he was in his room.

I told to him to come out and ill teach him a new game i learned.

When he came out i took him put him into a laundry hamper (so he couldn't see, and poked some holes into it so he could breathe)

Basically he was freaking out, but it got better. I rolled him around a couple times and he thought i had put him in the middle of the street and i turned on a racing game, like there were cars going past him.

By now, he was crying. Finally i pushed him down the stairs to think he got hit by a car.

From then on we never get along...