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[The twins are holding their clipboards and checking off things. They look up at Meredith] They're all beginning to access the plain of their own accord now, so it's time to officially begin the experiment! This one should produce better results than the Chimera experiment.

[Meredith stand still, voice light and careless] Perhaps we should explain some things to the subjects. It seems this may facilitate the progress of the experiment.

[The twins frown and tuck their clipboards under their arms in unison] Why do we need to do that?

I have previously given my justification. [Meredith gazes across the plane] We may find it beneficial.

'Beneficial'? [The twins give long, somewhat dramatic sighs] Fiiiine. If they really need to know...

[Turning away from the Twins, Meredith sets her gaze on those nearby] If you are inclined to ask questions of us, we may elect to answer them. Please direct all queries here.

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[was going to ask about their weird bodies, but instead walks up to the front desk, leaning on it and drumming his fingers] So.

[gets nothing but a "are you stupid?" glare from Phyllis]

[glances at the twins, then back to Phyllis] ....sooo~?

[more of the 'what is wrong with you?']

[bites his lip, slams his hand against the desk, and walks out]

[hop after him beaming] See? That's just how it is.

[sits down on the steps, face in his hands, and lets out a long sigh] So I can't even do my job. Wonderful.

[sit down on either side of him] Just because you can't arrest us doesn't mean you can't arrest other people!

I can't see criminal activity and not do anything about it.

We're not criminals, you know.

You have engaged in criminal activity. I have to bring you in. But I can't. And I look mad sitting here talking to you. Why do your bodies want to be together, anyway?

You probably look mad a lot! And that's a secret. We just like being together. Don't sweat it, Sam. If you get mopey, then you'll let other criminals go.

I haven't told you my name, have I? ... [sighs] I haven't. How much do you know about me?

2006 to 1973~ Car and coma and madness, very loud yelly boss. Meeting people you'll someday know, creepy little girl, stupid doctors...lots of things!

... [sigh] And I know nothing about you.

Maybe we'll be friends and you can~

Can't you tell me anything?

Maaaaaybe. We sell information, too!

At what price?

What do you want to pay? You think of something?

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