“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“You did not.”
“No, mother fucker, I did.”
The two men glared at each other; dangerous, imposing, perhaps even a bit primal, circumstances had placed the two under hostile conditions and the stress was definitely beginning to take its toll.
“You ate my cereal.”
“Honey Bunches of Oats does not constitute as cereal, get yourself some real man food the next time you’re out.”
“Goddamnit Charlie I just brought that box yesterday. What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Who the hell do you think you are?!”
“I’m your ROOMMATE , whom just happens to be your BROTHER , whom just happens to be living in a dorm with an identical physical copy of himself, one that is, might I add, less attractive and definitely not as cool.”
The two, the “twins”, as college life had now aptly named them, had been together since birth, though not by choice, and definitely not by preference.
Charlie threw his hands in the air. “Alright, OK, I’ll replace the box, just don’t make a mess of yourself, captain.”