A month later...

Bob

"Clint! You are really rough with that hockey stick!" I screamed, pulling on my left roller blade. "You smacked the sanaity right out of me!" He laughed, pulling two hockey sticks out of the garage.

"I seriously didn't hit you that hard!" He cried, itching the top of his head with one of the hockey sticks. He turned and looked at Scott, "Hey! No banging in the grass now."

"I wasn't!" He hollered, his temper was back that was for sure. I tightened my roller blades and snatched my hockey stick from Clint.

"Come on...Quit staring." I growled, tapping the hockey stick on the ground. He looked at me and grinned.

"I want to show you my slap shot!" Clint suddenly spat.

"Cool. Swing away!" I screeched, watching my brother drop the hockey puck on the ground.

Clint

"I showed this to Dave about a month ago...it was pretty cool." I said before swinging my stick. Smack. Thud. "Bob...?" I turned around to see my brother laying out on the ground. I tapped him lightly with the end of my hockey stick, "Not funny at all....Bob? Oh shit."