It only took being tied, gagged and stuffed into the closet three times for Arnold to learn not to accept his brothers' inventions to play bank robber. His learning curve improved when he only needed to be the special human dart target twice before he refused to have himself tied around the tree in the yard.
Despite the bruises, cracked ribs, slowly destroying a young ego as a child Arnold Rimmer sort of enjoyed it. His brothers were always so busy, with friends, girls, school, and they had the love of their parents. So if it took being pushed down the stairs to be noticed Arnold was alright with that. It was the taking his father's advice over being a man and not a pathetic wet noodle and telling the three of them no, the demanding of respect was when he lost out the most. Just back to silence, tongues out when passing and feeling two inches tall.
Now millions of years away and dead Arnold flips through photo albums of a young looking self, smiling awkwardly at the camera as Frank makes bunny ear gestures above his head. He sighs closing the book and the memories of a life he hated (and still does) but at least it was a life.
