I think I'm all caught up now. Or maybe I need to do a recount.
Younger brother knocks over Mom's favorite vase. Mom isn't home. Older brother spends the next hour torturing younger brother with thoughts of what Mom is going to do when she finds out.
older brother - "Do you remember George, our oldest brother?"
younger brother - "No."
older brother - "That's because he broke Mom's other favorite vase when you were just a baby. He should be back from military school when he turns 18."
younger brother - "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! I'm dead. What am I gonna do? Mom is going to kill me."
older brother - "Yeah, probably. Or, instead of killing you, she could..."
And that's where the real mental torture begins. Can you tell that I have two older brothers?