My older brother and I co-own a small business, but he's alpha as fuck so he acts like he's the boss of me. He does drugs too which affects our business, but I just work twice as hard to make up for it.
There's also this girl we both like, he's always trying to get with her and trying to get me to help him get with her which bothers me, but she's out of both of our leagues so whatever.
I come into work one day and he's already on drugs. He's talking about how he wants to fuck this girl so hard, how she's his little princess and the things he would do to her.... I just can't repeat without shuddering. I snapped and started yelling at him to respect her more and I'm tired of all his bullshit and he needs to start working harder.
Oh shit, he brought a gun to work. He tells me I have no idea what I'm talking about and to get back to work before he does something I'll regret. I go back to work, trembling and scared at what might happen.
He comes stumbling into my office thirty minutes later and points the gun at me. "Take these drugs if you don't want your fucking face blown off, I'm tripping balls and need someone on my level."
I quickly take the shrooms, first time I've ever done drugs.
Nothing happens so I go back to work.
We get a house call and go there to fix a fucking sink. Shit starts to hit me, brother is sitting on the counter next to the sink I'm working on giggling out of his mind. I stand up and get so fucking dizzy and disoriented from the drugs that I start to fall into the sink I'm working on. I grab my brother and try to stop the fall, but it doesn't work and I pull him in with me.
We keep falling through the pipe... Am I tripping the fuck out or is this really happening?
I wake up later in a strange land with flying turtles. We're on world 1-1 and we have to save the princess for my brother, Mario.
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