"... you know, this bifurcated presence has some interesting possibilities. Why, I could be recovering stuff from two separate recovery sites at the same time! Double the reward monies. But, wait a minute ... what about taxes? Would the IRS collect a percentage from both of us? Nah ... they couldn't do that. We only have one SSN. So, how am I going to work it so that only my double will have to pay the tax bill?"
Stuffy began planning his devious tax avoidance scheme when he happened to look over at his alter ego who had taken a seat on a bench in the hospital's hallway. His double, strangely enough, had a look of contented contemplation on his face. Kinda' like he was figuring out a way to avoid paying taxes.
Then, it hit Stuffy ... "Hey! He's trying to stick me with the taxes. Why that low down good for nothing ...."
The bishop was doing what all bishops do when confronted with an image of themselves. Pray, pray, pray.
Muffy and Fluffy had wooed a male nurse over to their corner of the room and were standing in very close proximity to him on either side. He was grinning widely as they gyrated back and forth to music only they seemed to hear.
Just then, the hospital administrator strode out of the elevator which had just stopped on this floor of the hospital. What he saw made him stop, take off his glasses, clean them with his shirt-tail, blink his eyes, then replace his glasses.
"Oh, no. Not again!", he moaned. "The last time somebody messed with the bifurcation magnometer, we sent identical twins home as quadruplettes. The only recorded case of identical quads in this state!!"
The male nurse fell to the floor from exhaustion, so Muffy and Fluffy hurried over to the administrator. Muffy grinned widely at him and said ... |
