Chapter Three: Clash of the Brads
Brad found himself in utter shock. He gently placed his hand on his aching head before turning back around to see whether or not his eyesight had indeed fooled him. To his brain's suffering, he had in fact seen correctly, Tiffany was eating dinner with a man that looked exactly like him.
"This can't be," Brad thought, "I don't remember going through any dangerous experiments in Magic Town, how can there possibly be another me?"
Wanting to examine this Brad Burb wannabe more thoroughly, Brad ordered a table and soon found himself behind his wife and the clone. Brad moved closer to the right to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"What zodiac sign am I?" Tiffany asked the other Brad, "Why I'm a Virgo, and you are?"
"Gemini," replied the clone, giving the guitar player next to them another five dollar bill.
"Ahh," Tiffany spoke, "Just like my husband Brad."
Brad's ears began to burn at the sound of his name. Brad quickly grabbed the menu in front of him and covered his face.
"Yeah," the Brad clone spoke yet again, "Your husband."
The clone began to laugh nervously, before tugging at his tan jacket.
"It's almost as if he has something to hide," Brad thought, before move a little bit closer to their table.
"Now tell me," Tiffany continued, "what are your hobbies?"
"Hmm," the clone responded, "Well I enjoy weeding, watering and soup."
"Hey, wait a minute-" Brad spoke, before cutting himself off, "Crap," Brad thought, "They cannot know that I'm listening to them."
Luckily, Tiffany didn't seem to notice as she continued to speak to the clone.
"Well isn't that something?" Tiffany replied, "Those are the exact same hobbies that my husband Brad has, it's almost as if you're a clone of him!"
"Hahaha yeah," the clone responded nervously, "What are the odds?"
"Aha!" Brad stood up from the booth next to them, "A confession! I knew you were up to no good!"
"Brad?" Tiffany asked, now standing up in shock.
"Oh crap," Brad mumbled to himself.
"Brad, what are you doing here?" Tiffany asked.
"Well uhh, that's not important-the real question is, why are you with him?" Brad questioned.
"Who, Brad?" Tiffany asked.
"Brad?" Brad spoke.
"Brad?" spoke the rest of the restaurant. Brad backed up, his forehead sweating in embarrassment, "I knew I shouldn't have opened my mouth."
"Look Brad," Tiffany spoke, "I can explain-"
"Who's this?" the clone asked, stepping forward to give Brad the evil eye.
"Er-this is Brad, my husband-you know, the one I've told you about," Tiffany replied.
"Ahh, Brad-so nice to meet you," the clone said.
"Yeah…right," Brad replied sarcastically-not sure exactly how he should respond to the clone's greeting.
"Oh, I see how it is," the clone responded, "You wanna take this outside buddy-boy?"
"What?" Brad spoke, finding the situation getting worse and worse by the minute.
"Fight, fight, fight!" spoke the other Sims around them.
Brad soon found himself standing inside of a circle enclosed by Sims. Tiffany was to the left of him, looking incredibly embarrassed, and the clone of himself was in front.
"Prepare to eat your words!" the clone shouted above the crowd.
"This doesn't look good," Brad thought to himself before exhaling a final time.