Mookie's wayward fist connected solidly with the back of her brother's head.  What Mookie had yet to realize, however, was that she hadn't hit the one she was aiming for.<br/><br/>"Ouch, Mookie!" Stew yelped as the force of the blow launched him away from where he had just previously been sleeping, deathly still and oblivious to the world.  "Why'd you have to go and do something like that?  You might have left a bruise, or worse!"  Stew turned away from Mookie as well as he could, which wasn't much at all.<em>How in tarnation is SHE my sister?</em>He thought.<em>She's only gonna get crazier as we grow up, too...</em>Stew grimaced his displeasure at the thought and tried once again to sleep next to the radiant ball of energy he was stuck with, praying that she wouldn't hit him again, whether mistakenly or on purpose.