<human>: So my cuntasaurus drug dealing older brother was about to kick the crap out of my identical twin, and I was like "fuck that" and slammed him into the wall before he got to him. He of course proceeded to attempt to strangle me, and I held one of his arms while elbowing his stomach and telling my mom that I was ok and not to worry, and at that point I decided that I wasn't going to let any of it go all 'fuzzy' like it often does in those situations and I was going to keep a clear head. Everyone in my family ended up ganging up on him and my twin (though I didn't realize it) punched him in the face and broke his nose. I let go of him after he was on the ground. Somehow I was the only one not crying, and my older brother then stormed out saying we were all dead to him. I told him I loved him and that I forgave him. Not because he has literally any single redeeming quality about him, but because if he were to try to shape up I would be glad to help him. I then went around trying to calm each member of my family down, with some measure of success. Then Sasquatch came back into the house with a hammer threatening to end the life of anyone who came within five feet of him, before going downstairs to trash the basement.
After I thought everyone was okay, I grabbed my knife from my room and put it in my pocket in case he came back up, and then I started cleaning up the shit he broke in the main floor.

This all started over an argument between my twin and him over him taking our xbox and T.V.

Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?
<bot>: I attempted to take on Sasquatch the Tormentor/ Cuntasaurus Rex before he tore apart my identical twin with his big meaty monster hands. [This] is all I could think as it happened.