"How long do we have to wait?" My brother asked.
"As long as it takes," I said. "Stop asking the same question all the time!"
"We've been waiting so long, it's all," he sighed.
"Just be patient, they'll be here soon," I droned because he was getting on my nerves.
Sure enough, there they came. Driving up into the driveway, and when that got too crowded they parked on the street. It was a horde of people this time. All kinds of people. All sorts of people made it more fun.
"Don't get carried away this time, alright?" I warned him.
"I don't get carried away," he said defensively. He gets that way, when he knows he's wrong.
"You broke up somebodies marriage the last time," I reminded him. "And the time before that, a bunch of people tried to kill each other."
"I was curious that's all," he deadpanned.
"Just stick to the plan, you keep changing the plan and the plan is going to change you," I don't know how many times I'm supposed to tell him.
As soon as the mob was festooned around the front driveway, I began counting down. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..aaand one!"
This time, I didn't wait for him to get on cue because there was always the chance that he was going to do something stupid. So I shoved him out the window. He went crashing through the thick pane of glass and did three unintentionally planned somersaults until he hit the ground neck first and died in a very gruesome spectacle. As usual, the crowd lost its mind and ran screaming from our house, with some people falling on the ground and being trampled over.
This time, my brother didn't reanimate. He was dead for real. I told him not to keep changing the plan, the destiny. Now look, it changed him.
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