Twins let us in on a secret.
The twins glared at each other.
“You don’t mean that!” Fritz said.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t” retorted Foibles.
“But what about the act?” the first brother asked.
“What about it? There won’t be one without me!”
“What are you two squabbling about now?” asked General Chaos as he came into the room.
“I can’t stand working with this jerk!”
“What’ve you said this time, Fritz?”
“I just want him to go along with my new idea!”
General Chaos rumbled into his walrus mustache.
“He wants us to add more thrills,” Foibles told him.
“What kind? No, don’t answer that! I am your manager and any new additions have to go through me!”
Fritz opened his mouth to protest. Foibles slapped him. Soon the pair were rolling on the floor, slapping, kicking and punching. With ease. General Chaos picked them both up bodily and set them on your feet.
“Sometimes I wish I could send you to neutral corners! Stop!”
With reluctance, the two subsided into staring daggers at each other. The manager paced, muttering and gesturing.
“What’s with him?” Foibles asked.
“He’s a little eccentric. He has to be to represent us,” Fritz declared, smiling.
Soon they were laughing fit to bust. The general stopped in his tracks.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?” Foibles wanted to know.
“One minute you’re at each other’s throats, the next you’re laughing like nothing happened. What’s your secret?”
The two men looked at each other and shrugged. They turned to General Chaos, sporting identical grins.
“You see us daily and you can’t guess?” chortled Foibles.
“You have looked at us lately, haven’t you?” giggled Fritz.
The manager stared at the only Siamese twin wrestling pair in the world. Then he got it and roared with laughter himself.