A/N: This is absolutely ridiculous, so only read if you're not drinking or eating anything. It's not even funny in a clever way, it's just silly. However, it came upon me in a burst of inspiration and forced me to write it down--enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Miles Vorkosigan, though I do own this particular interpretation of it. Luckily, I can't imagine that anyone else would ever want to lay claim to it.

Fade in to a circus, with a two boys, their names (Donald von Swann and Michael Vorflanders) appearing underneath them.

M.V.: Forward Momentum, that's the thing!

D. S.: It's impossible to be an innocent bystander with you about, bud.

M.V.: Quit whining. It's time to save my clone with the fleet of mercenary clowns I accidentally created!

D.S.: Remind me why we can't shoot him?

M.V. : Oh, shut up.

D.S.: Well, when he uses his identical appearance to steal the Dendaripie Mercenaries from you to bust up the illegal pie-making business in Jackson's Big Red Nose and ends up getting you nearly killed by a ladder hitting you in the head, don't say I didn't warn you!

M.V.: Oh, like that'd ever happen.

Six Years Later…

M.V.: Donald, why didn't you warn me all those years ago?

D.S.: I did, you Michael-you-idiot. (To the side: Hah! Don't get to say that often!)

M.V.: Oh. Darn Concussion.