Like two peas in a pod, one of them me and the other is me, but how odd, I don't think like him, I try to trim off the fat, he doesn't like that and he's critical, politically correct, direct and outspoken.
But I have woken from nightmares like this, many times I have broken the backs of a problem, how many peas in a pod if one of them's odd? odd that it's me that I see when I look, the two of us took the pledge, odder indeed that he jumped and I stayed on the edge, but the edge is a portal for this mere mortal to shine through, two peas in a pod how odd.