Mum, Bro and I watched the final episode of 爭分奪秒 (Split Second) together (Dad would have viewed the programme with the three of us if he hadn’t had to go to a gathering).

Split Second

There was a scene where the guy in the middle pointed a gun point-blank at the head of the guy on his immediate left. The middle guy struggled between whether or not to fire.

“If he shot the guy at this range, his brains would be blown apart and his eyes might pop out.” Mum analysed. “Seriously, his eyes might pop into the shooter’s mouth, too.”

To which we giggled.

“Imagine this scene:” Bro changed into a stern tone. “I’m not going to shoot you because your eyes might pop into my mouth.”

And we all burst into laughter.

We’re a sick family. We are.