About Twins

Lesser Evil's twin looked and spoke just like him (as twins typically do) except for a few distinct differences.  For one, his twin had a rather impressive handlebar mustache, which he twirled every now and then.  He did not laugh like a cartoon villain, but Lesser Evil suspected that he would look rather convincing if he did.

The second difference was the tree branch-like horns sprouting from both sides of his head.  They did not possess leaves, but a somewhat distressed squirrel moved back and forth through them, possibly having mistaken the horns for actual tree branches.  Lesser Evil thought they looked ridiculous.  How would he even get through a door with those?

The third very distinct difference was that his twin spoke Spanish.  Lesser Evil did not know this, as the Spanish language did not exist in his world.  Not being very well traveled, however, Lesser Evil probably wouldn't have realized this even if the Spanish language did exist in his world.

"So...it's normal to come across your twin in other dimensions?" Lesser Evil asked Space Slayer, who was trying to acquire an interdimensional map from a confused street vendor.  She finally lost her patience and walked away.

"I don't know if I'd say it's common, but it's not unheard of."  Space Slayer replied.  She looked at Lesser Evil's twin as he walked down the street.  "His mustache is quite impressive.  Horns are ridiculous though.  I wouldn't have recognized him as your twin, what set you off?"

"I saw him being chased out of the ladies restroom."

"Ah."

"So did you find our exit?"

"Not as of such.  I don't think it'll be as easy this time, we may be stuck here for a while."

"Well...that doesn't seem too bad."  Lesser Evil watched a bird land in the horns of his twin, chirping cheerfully.  His twin waved his hand at it and chased it away, muttering in Spanish under his breath.

"You don't quite understand how bad our situation is, do you?  There's a reason why travel through the multiverse is forbidden."

"I wonder if he needs to worry about termites?"  Lesser Evil thought to himself, as Space Slayer explained in great detail to him the dangers of traveling the multi-verse while gesturing wildly.  "Assuming those are actually wood.  They look like tree branches, but are they?  If they aren't tree branches, then what could they be?  Maybe bone?  That would be weird though, they're probably wood."

"Are you following this at all?"  She asked.

"Do you think he decorates the branches?"  Lesser Evil asked.  "I imagine he could make himself quite dapper.  Well, dapper in a silly sort of way."

Space Slayer let out an exasperated sigh as she realized Lesser Evil wasn't listening to her in the slightest.

"Have you ever run into one of your twins?"  Lesser Evil asked.

"My hands are stained with the blood of countless twins of mine."

"Cool.  That's a really weird and disturbing thing to say."

"It's sort of a family tradition.  You know like "Home is where the heart is?" or "Blood is thicker than water?".  My family's tradition is "Never suffer an alternate twin to live, lest you suffer the consequences."

"What consequences?"

Space Slayer shrugged.

"Hey, do you think there's alternate versions of the Tower?"

Space Slayer went to answer, but stopped and considered.  "That's actually a good idea.  Parts of the tower touch other dimensions.  Well, except for the West Wing.  The same one touches all dimensions."

"I thought the West Wing doesn't exist?"

"It doesn't, and that's where we're headed."  She replied, and walked off with determination in her step and Lesser Evil following in her wake.