"Puttin' it mildly." He said as he downed a glass of scotch. "Not half bad on this planet." He said, making a face from the strength of the liquor. "'Nuther, please." He nodded to the bartender.
"Something ain't right bout the twins all over the place. I have one. Your friend has one. My friend has one.... Not natural. And why do they always gotta be evil? Why can't there be the nice friendly twin?"