from bad to worse

"It has been over a week since the last one arrived!"

I, Quinn James, queen of fun, and lady of all parties, was rapidly picking up a headache.

"What are we supposed to eat in the meantime!?".

Couldn't my brother just quit yelling at the security guard?

"Have you tried rat poison?"

Or is he a Worden?

"Fuck you!".

I suppose that depends on one's optimism.

My brother, James Quinn, king of crybabies and lord of wet blankets, stormed over to my flank, with laughter following him, and tears stinging in his eyes.

"How are you so calm about this!?", he yelled "There is literally no food left!".

I gave him a look between amused and annoyed.

"They cut of the water too.".

James, who was already on the edge of a nervus breakdown, almost fainted from my words. He took his head between his hands, before saying:

"I need to lie down.".

He waddled over to my legs.

"Would you make some space?"

"Sure".

I drew my feet to my chest, and he sat down.

"I'm actually surprised they didn't do that before; I mean, you only have three days before dying of dehydr-"

"SHUT UP!"

He snapped.

"Okay, boss".

It wasn't all bad though, yes, our stomachs were constantly crying for food, yes, we stood a good chance of dying from dehydration, but I finally got some free time with my beloved without our whore of a mother being in the way.