Yesterday I was talking with a friend about my plan to kill Talker96, and he asked when was the last time I actually saw my twin brother, and if I just sat and talked, would I still plan to kill him?
The simple answer, the one I gave my friend, is that I have not seen my brother in years, at least since I was seven years old. As for the plan to kill? Most definitely, I’d shake his hand and stab him in the eye while my trained Prairie Dogs took out his legs.
As for the difficult answer…the truth is, I can no longer remember when I last saw my brother……my twin. If it could be, then I would grasp my brother’s arm and tell of how I’ve missed him and our parents. Then I would riddle him with questions. Asking all sorts of things regarding family that I have never known. Finally, as the day wore on, we would laugh and cheer at having finally found that missing piece of joy that we knew was gone from our lives…our bond of a brother. Alas…..if it could be.
But then I’d kill him.