Chick was perfectly happy where he was. He was alive, and he didn't have to worry about anything. No prison, no execution, no...

Chick pauses, turning, and staring at his little brother. Well, two out of three ain't bad. His expression is a mixture of confusion and, well, sheer rage.

"The fuck are you doing here, ya little shit?!" Aaaand he's just going to start walking on over to his little brother, starting to square up to him.