It was the next day, brothers and I had truly done my best morning and afternoon to play it their way and sit like a horrorshow cooperative malchick in the chair of torture while they flashed nasty bits of ultra-violence on the screen though not on the soundtrack, the only sound being music.
ūađ var næsta dag, bræđur... ég hafđi sannarlega gert mitt best... frá morgi til kvölds lék ég leik ūeirra... og sat eins og gķđur og ūægur drengur... í píningarstķlnum... međan ūeir sũndu hryllilegt ofurofbeldi á tjaldinu... en hljķđi var öđruvísi, ūví hljķđiđ var hljķmlist.