>Come home from work
>Brother and his friend are getting ready to leave for their shift
>Brother asks me if I have any soda left
>I do, but I tell him no because there's not very much left
>He knows I'm lying and follows me to where I hide my coke
>I pull my sword off the wall and tell him to stay back, the coke is mine
>He pulls a sword off our brothers wall and challenges me to a duel (We have a lot of swords at our house)
>We battle for a short time
>I flimsily parry and lose grip of my hilt
>My short sword falls and the tip of the blade gouges my knee
>My brother takes his victory soda and leaves me on the floor bleeding
>I now have a hole in my leg and my knee is swelling like mad
>I send a text to my supervisor explaining why I won't be able to come into work tomorrow
>He responds: "That's perfectly logical, I would have dueled you for the last coke as well. Feel better."
I love my life.