"Sorry, mom. You seemed kind of nice... too bad you had to cross me." "Dear, what are you-
" 'Sucks that dad will have to clean such a sticky mess up, but I have better things to do, like complete this ugly saga."
You break into a gun store and get something better than your older brother's anchient handgun: a military- grade, semi-automatic rifle. Drop a few shells in your pocket, and punch out the alarm light. It's time to kill.
I'll be a hero.