There was a ghost of a sigh, issued from two lips at once and a small, weary game of rock paper scissors was played. The mirror images suddenly differed - one smiled, the other seemed about to groan aloud, if infact his demeanor could allow such a thing.
The human looked appropriately self-assured - as one must before a colossal mistake.
"must I?" Asked one. His twin's mouth curled into a smile. The question answered the twins moved towards The Mis-spelt One, who drew back into a defensive 'kung-fu-esque', gesturing to "bring it on", as it was.
The look exchanged was not one of fear. The only noise as they approached was a sniff of amusement so in unison that the mis-spelt one was unsure if both or neither was responsible for the sound.
The long white jackets trailed the ground as they moved.
The hero began his speech - a sign of dedication to his defiance.
"...I chose the red pill for a reason, I will not let that reason be taken from me!"
The twins placed their hands solidly on the human's shoulders.
"We know, Mr. Anderson." One said in a smooth voice.
"Your refusal to take the green pill however is more regrettable". Two added, carefully pinching a nerve to fold the human's arms behind his back, binding his hands and pushing the restrained lump towards his brother.
"And what shall you do while I deal with this?" The first asked, looking rather ungrateful for the burden.
Now it was the second's turn to grimace.
"Mrs. Welterbound in room seven. Voluntary loss of bladder control and incoherent conversing with persons not present."
The brother nodded. "Kindly tell Agnes that Mr. Anderson's medication will have to be revised."
The human looked appropriately self-assured - as one must before a colossal mistake.
"must I?" Asked one. His twin's mouth curled into a smile. The question answered the twins moved towards The Mis-spelt One, who drew back into a defensive 'kung-fu-esque', gesturing to "bring it on", as it was.
The look exchanged was not one of fear. The only noise as they approached was a sniff of amusement so in unison that the mis-spelt one was unsure if both or neither was responsible for the sound.
The long white jackets trailed the ground as they moved.
The hero began his speech - a sign of dedication to his defiance.
"...I chose the red pill for a reason, I will not let that reason be taken from me!"
The twins placed their hands solidly on the human's shoulders.
"We know, Mr. Anderson." One said in a smooth voice.
"Your refusal to take the green pill however is more regrettable". Two added, carefully pinching a nerve to fold the human's arms behind his back, binding his hands and pushing the restrained lump towards his brother.
"And what shall you do while I deal with this?" The first asked, looking rather ungrateful for the burden.
Now it was the second's turn to grimace.
"Mrs. Welterbound in room seven. Voluntary loss of bladder control and incoherent conversing with persons not present."
The brother nodded. "Kindly tell Agnes that Mr. Anderson's medication will have to be revised."