One time my brother and I were playing around and he hit me in the shoulder. So I hit him back. I could tell by the expression on his face that I had hit him too hard and immediately ran for it. My parents were not home at the time so I bolted for the bathroom and locked the door. I figured hanging out in the bathroom for an hour or two was better than what I had coming if my brother got a hold of me.
The lock on the bathroom was pretty crappy. If you wiggled the door handle back and forth you could get the door to unlock. So I had to keep my hand on the lock to keep it from moving. After a couple minutes of my brother wiggling the handle he gave up trying to get to me.
Shortly after that I started to hear a hissing sound. I looked down and some sort of misty spray was coming from under the door. I said "What the hell is that?" and my brother responded "Its bug killer motherfucker!"
Yup, my brother was trying to gas me out.
The bathroom did not have any windows so the only thing I could think to do was grab a towel and try to block the bottom of the door. But the door sat pretty high on the frame so when I tryed shoving the towel under it my brother grabbed the edge coming out on the other side and started yanking it though. After a minute of two of tug of war my brother let go of the towel, grabbed the door handle and wiggled it unlocking the door. And then he came in and proceeded to kick my ass.
I will post some more stories about my brother doing crappy things to me during the slow times here at work.