Without any struggle, you push your little sister off of you, being siblings, you have experience with these situations.
"No fair, you are bigger" she remarks, but only before you push your annoying sibling through the door and close it. Tight. Were you too rough? It doesn't matter anyway.
Breathing a sign of relief, you return to what occupied you before, until you suddenly trip over a leg that wasn't there a second before. You turn to face your sister before you, with a very mad expression on her face. She starts to rant.
"You are too rough, I could have been hurt or injured or KILLED! Do you want me to be killed? What would MOM say if I was MURDERED by my own BROTHER-"
You ignore her, she knows the way out, but a weight on your back impedes your ability to get up. For some odd reason, it is heavier than you expected.
"Say sorry" she says.
You try to reach around your back, but your arm is still sore from a soccer league match the night before, not your idea, but your mother thought it would be a wonderful idea to see you and your sister playing soccer together. It wasn't a wonderful idea.
"Say sorry" she repeats, slightly louder.
"Alright sorry, and I don't have your CD-"
"I looked around, I see you don't" She interrupted, now looking slightly gloomy. You feel you need to make it up to her.
"Look, if you are bored, we can wrestle, you always like that."
She seemed to have an epiphany
"Actually, I have a better idea of a game."
She starts to reach for her noticeably damp socks, but then decides against it. This made you curious.
"What is this game?"
"Oh, it's like tug of war, but in reverse."
"I don't understand"
"It's very simple. I have to keep my feet on your face, and you must keep me from doing that."
"Why is it so specific?"
"I like to be random"
Although your sister probibly had a loose understanding of the word, "random", you dismiss it and quickly reply,