"Sam! Sam! Get your brother out of here this instant before I lose my mind and start launching objects at him!" My head is pounding like a drum, and if I have to endure another second of Oliver's antics, I swear I might just unleash my newfound ability to beat him and then hurl him out of this room!
Sam burst through the door like a whirlwind, scanning the room with a sharp, critical eye. The exasperated sigh that escaped his lips was practically a declaration of war against the chaos before him. Meanwhile, Oliver remained frozen in place, his eyes wide and innocent, resembling a little kid who had just been discovered with his sticky fingers deep in the cookie jar. Is it too much to ask for just one peaceful, ordinary morning without all this chaos? Seriously, can't I catch a break?
