Hansel had started to figure out that this place was one giant headache. It hadn't changed since he and Gretel woke up there either. But there were limits to just how much insanity Hansel could take really. He was swiftly approaching those limits.
"No, I'm not the anything that's respo--" It struck him, suddenly, that maybe he was, only not. "You mean Clint?" Hansel hadn't met his other twin, not anymore than a simple conversation through Gretel's device when she thought he'd lost his mind. "Looks like me, talks different, might know what the ever loving fuck you've been smoking?"