Tweedles

[lord_wizard]

You know, it’s rather terribly rude of you all to go on about how out of sorts things are here.

We’re perfectly well-sorted here, thank you. Have you considered that you’re the ones who need sorting? You’re guests, after all - complaining that things aren’t as they are in your own homes is very unseemly.

Quite so. Our seeming is very much in order, thank you all for not asking. And while you’re not asking perhaps you should ask yourselves if maybe you’re more turned around than you think.

Turn yourselves right around and go home, if you ask us. Which you’re not.

Certainly not. We should sort some manners into these silly darlings.

Absolutely so, my dear brother. We’re paragons of good grace after all.

Perhaps maybe introducing yourselves before trodding all over our grass and insulting the Queen.

Possibly probably say - “Oh hello, good sirs and ladies, my name is Tweedle Dum”

Well, except they wouldn’t because that’s your name.

No of course not, Tweedle Dee, they don’t have as much good sense to be me.

Or me.

[Felix (Tweedle Dee) is gold, and Clow (Tweedle Dum) is red. Replies will come from both]]

Comments

[kungfuwitch]

[she chuckles] Boys, boys, I don't think any of them have any sense to speak of at all.

[legacydeck]

No sense at all? I wonder how they see and hear, then...

[kungfuwitch]

Clearly not very well the way they've been blundering about.

[lord_wizard]

Maybe stupid is a sense. Just not a very good one.

[legacydeck]

Or one so excellent they've come back 'round again.

[kungfuwitch]

I'd be more interested if at least some of them were interesting but all they seem to do is complain. I doubt any of them even know any good stories.

[lord_wizard]

Unless they're stories about complaining, perhaps.