Justified Fratricide

As I walked into my house the other day, I was filled with a profound sense of sympathy and understanding for Cain, the first murderer. When I left that morning, the house had been immaculate. That afternoon, I had to stay after school for band practice, thus allowing my brother to get home before me.

Never again will I allow that to happen.

Every thing that could be messy was. The refrigerator was open. Chairs were tipped over. The game system was upside down. The counter was litter with the remains of about ten half finished sandwiches, and there were enough soda cans on the floor to feed an army of goats. Needless to say, I beat my brother until he couldn't move anymore, then sent him out. It took me three hours to clean.