And when she was a teenager, walking with her friends through the mall, as they all talk about what heartless idiots all boys are, my little sister would speak up and say "Not my big brother! He's honest, caring, and sweet."
Her friends would all turn and stare at her silently, until she catches herself and says "Ah, but it's not like that! Seriously."
Then we'd cut to a shot of me lurking /a/, and I would sneeze.