Jabin stabbed the soft-fried yolk on his open-faced egg sandwich and declared, "I killed my yolk!"

"Really? I didn't realize you were a murderer," replied Jason from his position by the stove.

"I only murder yolks," said Jabin. "Besides, he was being mean to me."

"I hope you don't start killing everyone who is mean to you," I called out from the office, where I was listening in. "'Cause that would be bad."

Without missing a beat, Jabin replied, "You're right. 'Cause Jude would be dead by now."

How sweet and pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together...