"Anyway it's my turn" you say contemplating your next move. You know that Dirk had a miniature bumble-trot. A small fat magical familiar bound to serve him that hides in the bushes and could jump out at any time to deal extra damage to your muscle hoof unless you deal with it quickly.
"The muscle hoof charges over to the nearby bushes and tramples your bumble-trot." you declare, rolling the green dice. Some people would have called it meta gaming and demanded a roll to even notice the familiar since the muscle hoof has no in character reason to expect one, but it's not your fault you're better educated than them. Your dullard step brother of course doesn't care and you're glad he is yielding to your intellectual superiority
The dice clatter across the table. Dammit only eighteen.
"Twenty one!" you declare, knowing your jock-head stepbrother is too dumb to catch on "Just what I needed"
"What the fuck are you on about dick breath, that's clearly eighteen." Dirk rolls his eyes and turns to leave, "God what kind of loser can't even win a game he made up in his head without cheating."
"How would you know you Neanderthal" you yell after him. "You'd have to take your shoes off just to count past ten."
Suddenly you see the dice glow once more and you look down suddenly wondering what you're doing and why you are speaking to your stepbrother like that. After all he's better than you in every way and deserves your utmost respect. You look up to see him glaring down at you.
"What did you just say to me you little faggot!?"
You throw yourself on your knees and start begging for forgiveness hoping he won't beat you into a pulp for insubordination (though you know you'd deserve it if he did, you are less than the mud under his cleats). He gives you a swift kick in your tiny ball sack and turns to leave.
"God I'm sick of your faggy face. I don't want to see it again."
Worse than a beating would be his leaving you. Since the first time you met him you've been his personal slave and would be lost without him to take charge and tell you what to do.
"Please I'll do anything to make it up to you!" you plead throwing your flabby arms around his powerful jock legs and begin bawling your eyes out.