When I was in 4th grade, I got into a fight with my brother. Fist fight, I should add. After a few moments of going at it, he jumps up and grabs a large fish hook that we were looking at, in the living room, and slams it into my arm, getting stuck into the muscle. I had to go to the doctor to have it removed. They had to tug at it for a good 3-4 mins before it finally popped out. My brother's punishment was having to sit on the bench at his double header ball game that night, which was the worst thing my mom could do to him, supposedly. He cried like a baby and said it wasn't fair, and even cried as he sat on the bench and couldn't play.
TL:DR - Brother was batshit insane as a kid.
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