Oh. Disintergrating timeline. Yeah. Thanks.
Nah. I hate me. I couldn’t stand an army of me.
The wily Ginger is tempting him to stray. :eek:
Little does he know.
I would not play the stock market. Lotto, for me.
I’d probably fool around with folks and then…blood dripping from the ears. OK. I’m done.
Lotteries bring too much scrutiny. There are always old friends and lost relatives coming out of the woodwork, not to mention that your name is in paper, so industrious thieves will stalk you and eventually find the box.
Small stock trades are definitely the way to go.
“Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten since later this afternoon.”
Hehe.
My double can handle all that jazz. 
Is that how cell phones work? I don’t really know. 
And the paranoia sets in. :eek:
Me neither. I don’t think it could ring on both.
Four days! That’s all kinds of fucked up. :eek:
That’s frakkin hard core. Killing your double.
I know people can clone cell phones. Presumably they both couldn’t be working at the same time.
Ever see The Prestige?
Yeah. Frakkin amazing film.
They’ve changed the timeline. :eek:
Handwriting issues. That’s brain trauma, no?
“We’re prescient.”
Witch! Witch! :eek:
Or at least their brains have changed in some fundamental way.