Here comes my little brother.
"That bastard!" he yelled.
I placed down my nail polish. "What now?"
"That reviewer, the critical drinker shat on a film I liked!"
"So? Who cares? What matters is that you enjoyed the film, what others think is irrelevant." My brother crosses his arms and grumbled, then spoke. "I hate how he acts like such a smartass and insults people for liking a film."
"Chill Bro, he's a drunk who drinks his own piss, he's worse than Bear Grylls."