"I know you are but what am I?"

A small, blonde boy said as he stuck his tongue out at his brother. At the tender age of five, Boomer was still gullible and relatively innocent. He was the baby of the family and because of this he was liable to get away with things like this. Silly word games like this that always started with Boomer at the top and ended with one of his brothers, mainly Butch, beating the crap out of him. Boomer would go cry to Him or Mojo or whoever the hell was around and tattle tale, sending them to time out.

"Shut up Boomer." Butch said, taking a sip of his cherry Cola as he watched TV.

"I know you are but what am I?"

"Stop Boomer."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"I said shut up Boomer." Butch said sharply through gritted teeth.

"I know you are but what am I?"

"GO AWAY BOOMER!" Butch yelled chucking his soda at Boomers head.

Boomer easily dodged the half heartedly thrown soda and began to fly, circling Butch's head. Boomer taunted and teased as Butch seethed, sinking deeper into their old, beat up couch.

"I know you are but what am I?"

As Boomer picked up speed his words became slightly slurred, but no less hard to ignore. Boomer stopped flying and turned upside down in front of Butch's face. His blonde wisps of hair fell, forced by gravity. Blue met green.

"I know you are but what am I?"

"I know you are but what am I?"

"I know you are but what am-"

"A bitch."

Boomer stopped immediately and stared at Butch with wide eyes. His raven hair brother just smirked. Almost suddenly Boomer rocketed out of the room and towards the lab room. Butch, just at that moment, realized what he said and slapped his palm against his forehead.

"MOJO! BUTCH SAID A SWEAR WORD!"

THNXZ A BUNCHES!