…“You see,” Tommy says as he lets out an over extended breath, waving the pistol around as if he were instructing an orchestra. “Me and you are completely different people, and before you start saying shit about how that ain’t true, how we are almost identical on a cellular level, I’ll facilitate the meaning of what I am trying to say.” he says as he thrust a foot on the seat before him and leans in close to the nervous doppelganger that sits before him.
“Life makes us different, with each event shaping us in ways no one can replicate. You, you had the shelter of a loving family unit, while I spent years popping from one home to the next. We are different in every fundamental way, except for our birthing.”
“B-But the p-passenger, y-you said h-he’s bee..”
“THE PASSENGER IS AN LIE YOU DICK HEAD! WE DON’T SHARE SOME MYTHICAL OTHERWORLDLY CREATURE INTENT ON TAKING OVER EVERY REALITY USING US AS A GATEWAY!”
“B-B-But the realities, y-you showed me the c-carnage it had done, t-the damage it h-had done. T-That couldn’t have a-all been a lie.”
“Nah,” he scoffs with a casual wave of his hand. “That all really happened, it was you….”