Frederick's near hysterical ranting wasn't helped a whit by the realization that, where there had been one guy walking recklessly down the driveway, there were now several. He almost began hyperventilating when he further realized that the men were all identical. Twins, no... triplets? No, quad... quintuplet... what? WHAT?
"Oh Jesus, I hit my head. I have a concussion. That's gotta be it. I..." he began raving to himself, but was interrupted by the aggressive dupe yelling at him in turn. "I... what?! Oh, so you're well enough to be calling me names, you fucking moron? I wasn't the one ambling down the DRIVEWAY, yeah, I said driveway, as in FOR CARS!" His hands were suddenly clenched into tight fists at his sides, tingling with the impulse to shapeshift into sharp, deadly things. "I SHOULD have killed you, you imbecile!"
Belatedly it occurred to Frederick that there were six against one here, although only two of them seemed to be fixing to fight. Well, there went his leisurely trip into the city and any good humor he'd been able to muster up this morning. He could feel his teeth were bared. This couldn't end well.