Doubles Guy was checking out the mail in the mall today. Everyone around him was dead, as he shot at them twenty two hundred times. Doubles Guy opened up his mail, and he got thirty three letters out.
"These are a lot of doubles," Doubles Guy commented as he laughed, standing up as he pointed at the huge clock on the ceiling, which read "12:22". "But I gotta go and check these out."
So Doubles Guy left the mall and snapped his fingers two times, two yellow colored taxies arriving in unison as the entire mall exploded two times, with Doubles Guy laughing as he took one of the cabs home, the other cab following for no reason. No reason at all. Yup. No reason.