Oh. [His brow furrows, but then the accent clicks.] Oh. Son of a--
[He shakes his head and rubs his brow. His clothes, it's true, really aren't all that outlandish from the perspective of Sledge's time -- they're workman's clothes, functional, nondescript -- but the writing across his knuckles is probably a... little more unusual.]
You got a twin running around, just FYI. And no. I wish.
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[He shakes his head and rubs his brow. His clothes, it's true, really aren't all that outlandish from the perspective of Sledge's time -- they're workman's clothes, functional, nondescript -- but the writing across his knuckles is probably a... little more unusual.]
You got a twin running around, just FYI. And no. I wish.