It's me, your brother

"We don't have a brother, doofus," she says. "Besides, I knew it was you all along. Who else would be creeping around in my room in the dark?"

"I don't know," you say. "Who? A certain football player who's been ignoring you at school?"

"Shut up," she says. "Why is it so dark? My lamp doesn't work. What's up with that?"

"I don't know," you say. "This is so creepy. I hate this darkness."

"I'd rather have warmth," your sister says. "Why don't you get under the blanket with me so we can share body heat? We can pretend it's a sleepover."

Do you: