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Not quite that bad, we had a humdinger back in school at the farm I worked on while the boss was laid up after a double knee replacement. I was a senior, he a freshman, wound up rolling around in the gutter (milking on a pipeline) and I had the choice of getting grief over beating up my little brother, or getting beat up by my little brother. I chose option A. Our mother wound up coming to the farm, making us kiss to make up and sitting in the front of the barn while we finished chores. Then we had to go apologize to the people we were working for... I had been there for years at that point, but it was a stinger anyway. Our occasional spats now don't even compare. I will say that there's nobody I'd rather work with though, because nobody really does have your back like your brother will at the end of the day.