You abscond to the middle room. Darn it all you never actually have the guts to fight your brother. you get so close and then your resolve just dissipates like the sickeningly sweet smell of 'febreeze' in a dumpster, you know its supposed to work, but it just doesn't.
it's not that your scared of the guy, it's just.... he's scary sometimes, especially his strange collection.
in all honesty you find that his strange obsession for scarecrows to be a tad bit unnerving. and he even has one he talked to all the time, Demetri. of course your brother doesn't give a damn about him because he has him WEDGED IN THE GOD DAMN CORNER. You'd pull him out but you have nowhere to put him and you don't want to put him in your captcha-log cards because you just know he'll clog it up in there and you'll be forced to tear more of your cards apart to make room for him.
Luka take a step back:
your in the 'MIDDLEGROUND', an area where you and your brother have your game nights and meals together. However right now the space is occupied by something oddly familiar, something oddly.....evil.....
Luka inspect oddly familiar, oddly evil object:
Luka: Well what in tarnations do we have here?......OH GOG
there it sits the tart treat of the horrid pastry banshee. a Marie Calender mereing pie.
god how you hated her pies. flaky pastries of all disgusting meats and fruits to fatten the people up. you were almost POSITIVE that the banshee had stuffed human meat into her eledged chicken pot pies. Stuffed the meat of people she'd fattened up with her pies! you were positive the flaky tart made her pies with the intention of amassing more cannibalistic followers.
Luka take a bite out of the pie.
NO you most certainly will NOT!
