*Tootsie Slide blasting through the barn speakers* 

Brother: Hey, what’s going on back at the house? 

Servant: Oh, your brother’s back, that’s a party your dad is throwing him.

Brother: What?! First off, did no one bother to come tell me that he’s back? Second of all, the AUDACITY to throw a party for that little dweeb. He must have blown through his trust fund with his reckless spending and had nowhere to go to. What an idiot. I mean, I’m glad he’s alive and all, but seriously, we should be whopping him right now. I built this life with my own hands. These green beans exist because of ME. We have food on the table because of ME. I shoveled manure, lived at home as a grown man — so embarrassing! And for what? I worked just as hard as every other servant on this staff. Does that not matter to anybody? What are my friends going to say? Oh this is the worst. I just want to punch him in the face. 

Servant: Oh, also they killed the chubby calf and they’re grilling steak, you should go get some.

Brother: Cool. cool. cool. cool.