The two Largo brothers sat on the dirty ground, both looking infuriated. Luigi was grinding his teeth. He looked around his surroundings. All he could see was his brother, his now conscious sister, twitching and foaming at the mouth on the floor, a huge pile of luggage, bear traps, and more trees than one would expect to find in a post apocalyptic world. "How could that idiot forget to pack tents?" he thought to himself.
Suddenly a little light bulb lit over his head. "This must be some kind of test! Pop is trying to see which one of us is the most worthy to become the head of Gene Co. It's the only possible explanation as to why he would take us to this stupid ass forest."
Luigi stood up and cleared his throat. "Alright, maggots! Since dad is gone, I'm in charge!"
Amber and Pavi didn't seem to care. He picked up a nearby log and flung it at his brother's head. Luckily for Pavi, living with Luigi had allowed him to develop cat-like reflexes. He swiftly dodged the projectile object.
"What-a the hell was-a that-a for, brotha?" Pavi huffed.
"Get up and make yourself useful for once. You go get fire wood and try to figure out how to make a fire without hurting yourself. Amber, go pick berries or some shit."
"And what-a exactly are you going to do-a, order us-a around while we do-a all-a the work?" Pavi scoffed.
Luigi rolled up his sleeves and loosened his silver, designer, trillion dollar ascot. "I'm going to be doing the man work of providing shelter. Something your powder puff ass can't handle. Now get to work. Chop chop!"
After several minutes of more fighting, each sibling went off on their own. Pavi of course was followed by his entourage of forest critters.