This is the real life story of how I used to get my brother to bring me things. I don’t know if any more explanation is needed other than that.
I would usually give him a report card in regards to his service and give him tips and pointers for the next mission.
Come to think of it, I used to tell my brother a lot of things and he used to kick me in the face a lot. I’m thinking about it now and I feel like I have material for the next 5 years worth of Must Be This Tall comic’s based off our interactions. Good stuff.
Hope y’all enjoy. Sorry, Mark. Kinda. But it was fun, right?