Tragic Mishap Between Siblings and Subsequent Words Spoken
Him: "I am so sorry!," (His voice quakes with fear)
Me: "Well a lot of good that is gonna do me now that I am an armless freak!"
Him: "They might grow back," (The false hope is evident)
Me: "Oh, yes, BLOODY LIKELY, damnit boy......You idiot!"
Him: "Well, you know, father did warn you," (The moment's awkwardness grows)
Me: "I somehow feel German Techno-rap is not responsible"
Him: "Well, ahmm, err I have to go, Sheik Methusala awaits." (A poor excuse and I know it)
Me: "Go then, damned fool, can you at least PUT them in for me.
Him: "Well, OK then." (an obvious break down in communication occurs)
Me: "NOT MY ARMS YOU MORON! The CD's!"
Him: "I am so sorry!" (fear has been replaced by embarrasment)
Me: "Yes, Yes, Save it for the tribunal!"
Him: "Bye!" (rushed and quick, he is without remorse)
Me (Aloud): This saddens me so, not even Ich aß vier Kühe zum Frühstüc, will help.