My brother had somehow managed to break the icebox.
"Hell's bells, Thomas, how do you break an icebox?"
"How should I know? And I didn't break it. There's just a leak."
"A leak," I muttered darkly. "Is that what you call it?"
"That is what it's generally called when things that hold water don't, yes. It wasn't completely my fault. She was very energetic-"
"Gah!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands over my ears, "Shut up!"
He smirked at me, and I glared back.
Hell's bells, didn't I have enough trauma already?