Stanley

Your parents went on their honeymoon and left you with your older brother, who wasn't very keen on looking after you and so on.

You were often capricious because you were a small child, you had a great fear of the dark, it seemed like there was a monster under your bed, and so on.

One night you really needed to go to the toilet, but you were afraid to go because you thought a monster was waiting for you. Your childish imagination took over, and soon you couldn’t stand it and pissed on the bed. You didn’t want to sleep on a wet bed, and despite your fear, you ran out of the room and knocked on your brother’s door. When he opened the door, he saw you all wet and saw how you were shaking and hugging a toy.

You: "A monster pooped on my bed."

You said, shaking, and started sniffling.

Stanley: "Well, fuck, you little asshole."

The brother sighed irritably and opened the door to his room wider.