RVA

"Fack's sake, Elvis, ya s'posed to keep the fackin' warta in the fackin' paddlin' pool! Larry cuffed his brother round the back of the head and ripped the small, plastic bucket out of his hands. Elvis immediately burst into dreadful howls of tears and slapped both his hands into the remaining water, splashing them both. Larry made a lunge towards him, fist raised, but with a swift look towards the still-open front door, thought better of it. Instead, he began bellowing "Ma! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! and disappeared inside briefly, only to reappear again with a glass of lemonade.