“Will you please stop calling him ‘dumb’ and ‘bum?” - my mother
[my brother leans down into Charlie's face]
"Hey Charlie, you eat your own poop? Do you? No, of course you don’t because you’re a genius apparently. Hey genius, say something. Anything. Say anything you want right now. Hey, what’s two plus two, genius? Oh, you don't know? But you have to. You're a genius." - my brother
"You're such a jerk." - my mother
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