And I get to the part where she's in the truck, and the Japanese guy starts talking, and my brother can't read the subtitles.

He wants me to read them to him, and gets angry when I say no.

1/3rd of the fucking movie is subtitled.

So I cut off his arm and rolled him down a hill.

A rather drastic action, methinks, but a solution, nonetheless.

Errr... how old is your brother?

Which arm?

Why, exactly, did you let him keep his wicked life?

And why the fuck should anyone care?

I don't know the answer to any of those questions, but I'm having fun hanging out.

But, hanging out of what?

His Pants.

*watches the thread spiral downward*