While you're asleep, your little brother comes home from late night soccer practice. Though he's only eleven, he's very muscular and beats you at every single game you play. His name is Kyle.
Kyle walked into the house, father in tow, kind of drowsy. He decided to skip dinner that night— after all, he could eat all he wanted in the morning. He sleepily headed up the stairs to his room, next to yours. He notices the gummy bears— dozens of them— lining the steps and the hallway to his room. He picks them up one by one.
To hell with the five second rule, Kyle really fuckin' loves gummy bears.
With almost a hundred gummy bears in his arms, he heads into his room, turning on his TV. He doesn't really do homework a lot. For an hour or two, he chewed on the (delicious) gummies, until they were all gone. Soon, he fell asleep, not knowing what was going to happen to him soon enough...