Roger felt bad for Mark. After all, he knew what it was like to find out you were fictional, let alone a character in a fucking musical. That was just, well, it was unsettling.
"Definitely crazy shit. There's also a guy here, Freddie? He looks like me only... more clean cut." Which wasn't hard to do, really. Roger was scruffy and had long hair and well, he was a bohemian. Whereas Freddie was, in a word, Freddie. Roger still didn't know what to make of his face twin. He enjoyed getting drinks with him, and trying to play chess was interesting though Roger really didn't have the patience for it. But seeing Freddie get so passionate about it was amusing. Mostly because it was nothing more than a game to the musician. But passion was a good thing, so Roger wouldn't begrudge Freddie the game.
"Okay. So, now you can see I'm not fucked up on something." Because seriously, Roger didn't pull such elaborate pranks. Nor would he have been able to procure such a computer or YouTube, or get a bunch of people to sing and dance their way through a life incident in such a short amount of time. The question now lay with Mark. How would he react.
Poor fool didn't even know his whore of an ex was there. But he'd save that. For once Mark was a bit more settled and not clean off the train to crazy land that this place was.