C304 Bone Comb Curettage

He shouted at me, "You're just a lousy brother, I've already had enough of you! "You are no longer the blood brother I admire. Isn't it just a broken comb? What are you roaring for!"

The anger I was trying so hard not to feel flared up again.

"Who asked you to acknowledge me as your brother? It took me eight fucking years of bad luck to pay my respects to your brother