When Chuck parked to pick up “Matilda”, and went to the door to knock, he had no clue what he was about to face.
They answered the door together.
They were dressed identically. Their hair was done identically. The makeup, from one to the other was indistinguishable. Their heads were even tilted in the same manner.
“Hi Chuck,” they said, together, their voices identically matched. “I’m ready to go.” They had obviously practiced this. It was like listening to one voice, in stereo.
“Um ... hi,” said Chuck. “What’s going on?”
Again, they spoke in tandem. It was eerie, as if some alien intelligence was controlling them.
“You’ve been a very bad boy,” they said.
Chuck wasn’t stupid. He got it right away.
“You started it!” he said, in a lame attempt to get off the hook.
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