Alright, for once I'm actually kicking back and watching my brothers cook. I only just remembered why I never do it.
It's actually hopeless entertainment. They pick up everything and then put it back down - and only this very moment my older brother spent time just to see if he could attach a regular knife into the potato peeler.
Sights like this is enough to drive you insane, I actually have to tell them to stop throwing all the cheese to the rottweiller and attempt to add it to the food instead!
And of all complicated things, they're making nacho supreme.
SKJALG! STOP THROWING THE TENNISRACKET ABOUT! GET BACK TO THE AVOCADOES!
We'll be needing a drink, they've started to cut things, with knives.
I just opened the fridge and I went "raaaaaaaarrrghhh".
My little brother looked up at me, and said: "Tora. Is this something I should be worried about?"