"Hah, I haven't had alligator since, hell, must be the thirties? It was good, tasted sort of like quail. Only fishier." Will grinned. Curious, he added, "Do you talk to many of them? The other... yous?"
Even the thought of other Will Stutelys out there wandering the world made him feel faintly ill. He was facing enough of an identity crisis without opening that can of worms.