Now I know this may sound weird to you but I love to torture my little brother. I say little, he is 30 now but none of the pleasure I feel from him squealing like a girl for mum has diminished.
My favourite method of torture is to steal his car keys and deposit them at the back of my trousers hanging over the waistband. I then wiggle my bum at him shouting "Release the Cracken".
Now you know the story - there can be only one cake for his Birthday.