Alfred walked up to his twin brother Matthew. "Hey, bruh."

Matthew's eyes twinkled mischievously. Rare for him; he was considered the good one out of the two. "What up, bruh."

"Bruh."

"Bruh."

"Bruh--"

"Will you two stop it?!" Arthur snapped, glaring at the two younger boys. " 'Bruh' isn't even a proper word, you know!"

Alfred stared at him in horror. "Bruh."

Matthew and Francis cracked up in the background.