"James! I'm down here! James! JAMES!" You said, shouting and jumping on his colossal chest, strands of his chest hair swaying from the wind of the ceiling fan like keratin bamboo. The familiar sight of your older brother's face encapsulated your view. He appeared to be looking right at you, but did not acknowledge you in the slightest.
"The hell is he up to ignoring me?! I'm a millimeter tall, not invisible! HEY! Earth to James! It's me, Jack! I'm down on your chest!" You shouted as you tugged at your brother's chest hair. Despite all your efforts to get his attention, he still didn't seem to notice you.
*RUMBLE!*
"Damn it! Nothing but assists and no kills!" James said after pounding his hands on the very end of his ribcage in frustration, jerking you straight onto his large chest, face first. After getting to your knees from his fleshy chest, you looked behind you to see that James was in the process of playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare. You looked back up to his face and realized he had headphones on.
"Fuck off jack, I'm too busy playing with my friends to entertain your bullshit..." James said as he switched his mic off to acknowledge you. Switching it back on to return to his game.
"Come on man! Dad fell asleep again and left the TV on an infomercial, and I obviously can't change the channel, so what the hell am I supposed to do?! I just want to hang out with you! James..." You realize that your words only fall on deaf ears as James continues to play his game.
"Great...Now what do I do...?" You mutter to yourself.
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