Get off my knees, you evil woman!
When she was younger my sister was pure undiluted evil. Oddly, she's sweet as anything now, but as a child...

She and I always got on rather well. My brother and I got on well too, with the occasional fight. But my brother and sister were an entirely different matter. The war was taken to an entirely new level when my sister was about ten and managed to hit/punch him in the leg in a spot that really hurt. No idea how, she just did. He started crying and she took advantage of this.

She convinced him that she had been trying to unscrew his kneecaps. He ran away in terror. I may have possibly played along by mentioning in casual conversation a few hours later that if joints were unscrewed, the limb in question would fall off. I talked about elbows - had I talked about knees, he would have gotten suspicious... but because it was elbows, it was a reliable source of information.

He was scared out of his mind. All she had to do was come after him with her hand in a claw-like shape, or reach towards his leg and he would scream and run off. This carried on for the better part of two weeks, always out of my parents sight.

The entire thing reached a climax when she did it out in the garden, and he ran into the house, grabbed onto my mother's leg and started screaming and begging mum to stop her from unscrewing his kneecaps, he didn't want his legs to fall off, please mum help!

My sister got a clip round the ear for that. Once the rest of the family had stopped pissing themselves with laughter.
(calamarain just invented dehydrated water, Fri 22 Aug 2008, 2:13, Reply)