"You know, it's crazy how we finish each

"You know, it's crazy how we finish each other's..."

I know, it's weird how we understand we other so well

, but being conjoined twins and all...It's bound to happen. I have to admit that sometimes, well...and don't take this the wrong way, but...I wish I had a little more privacy.

On the bright side, my Siamese twin & I are an invincible political candidate. I make rosy promises to one camp, she pledges the antithesis to their rivals. Everybody votes for us!

Grove rubbed his stubble. "Alright.We'll field both of you as candidates Ronda &..." "Ronda II." "Perfect. We'll need a lie detector at each campaign event & don't show up together

or someone might suspect that we have planted robots to try and Trump the competition! If you can get close to the candidate on stage then you have a chance to

Find out they are like these legendary parallel plants with black leaves that whistle and disintegrate when you touch them. Poof! That leaves the Great Liar as the most vulnerable

to traps & lures of a glamour of concealment as was practiced among the Be'the during the 3rd reign of Theodore the Bully. Or is he The Great Liar? Had he gone Turbo?

And what was that mysterious lump that protruded from the turban of Theodore the Bully? Why did it threaten us so? Colin swore that it trembled sometimes, and Sharon said that it

would turn to face you as you passed. Our rumors were as transient as the passing breeze, however. "Let's go out for ice cream," Colin piped, and the rest of us agreed.