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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Humor, based on songs,changing environment,cover art,first person,male protagonist,siblings,silly,They Might Be Giants,twins,walkthrough
gpt
He's up to something. I can always tell. I can just feel it, like a sixth sense. I know him that well. In a sense, we have the same brain.

After last night's all-nighter (I had an important report to do for work), I intended to sleep all through the day. But I can't afford to do that. Somewhere out there, my evil twin is plying his schemes, and I'm the only one who can stop him.



Type ABOUT for more details and instructions for play.

This studio apartment, located conveniently near work and right across the street from the park, serves as my personal headquarters for my hobbies, such as doing volunteer restoration work for the local American History Museum and foiling the plots of my evil twin. My only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to the bookshelf. I can leave to the north.

I can see a presidential figurine and a stack of papers here.
human
About yourself
gpt
I look exactly like myself.
human
You look at the figurine
gpt
It's a likeness of Benjamin Harrison, the 23rd president of the United States. Harrison may not have been one of our more exciting presidents - he's certainly no James K. Polk - but he did do something that no other president has done. Generally speaking, once a president loses re-election, he doesn't bother running again, because everyone knows that no one votes for a loser. But Harrison's economic policies were so monumentally unpopular that the incumbent he defeated in 1888, Grover Cleveland, was actually able to mount a successful challenge to him in 1892. Cleveland is thus considered to be both the 22nd and 24th president. I've always liked that anomaly, and without Harrison's particular blend of win and lame, it wouldn't have happened.

Normally it's part of a diorama at a small museum downtown, but someone snuck in and cut one of its arms off the other day, so I took it home to do a little repair work. I suspect that the mystery vandal was my evil twin, but I haven't mentioned this to anyone.
human
You examine papers
gpt
The product of an entire night's procrastination. I was supposed to be writing a report for work, but I wound up spending the entire night sitting alone in my room playing hangman instead.

Well, at least it proves I was busy. If the police come looking for my evil twin again, I can use it as an alibi.
human
Examine poster
gpt
It's a signed concert poster showing two guys. I'm not sure which of them signed it. The signature just says "John".
human
You look at the bookshelf
gpt
The only books on it are a multi-volume set on the writings of Nostradamus. I'm generally more of a history guy than a future guy, but Nostradamus, being a historical figure who wrote about the future, is both, two natures in one. Anyway, his writing creeps me out. I'm not sure why.
human
You read the books
gpt
I pull one down and open it a random:

That both will occupy the strong places;
Their great quarrel will fill realm and life.

Somehow, that gives me an uncanny feeling. I'm not sure what it is about it, but I'm glad to put it back on the shelf.
human
You read the books
gpt
I apprehensively pull another volume down and open it at random:

...and so a great noise and bellicose tumult will they make amongst them that all the East will tremble in terror of these brothers, yet not brothers...

As I reshelve it, I involuntarily shudder. What does it all mean?
human
You take figurine
gpt
Taken.
human
You take the poster
gpt
Nah, I like it where it is.
human
You look at your surroundings
gpt
This studio apartment, located conveniently near work and right across the street from the park, serves as my personal headquarters for my hobbies, such as doing volunteer restoration work for the local American History Museum and foiling the plots of my evil twin. My only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to the bookshelf. I can leave to the north.

I can see a stack of papers here.
human
Go north
gpt
I'm out on Hill Street just outside my apartment building. It's a beautiful sunny day in a quiet residential neighborhood. The street continues east and west, and just across it is the park.
human
Go north
gpt
This is normally just a pleasant enough place to go for a walk, but today there's a special event in progress: some sort of fun fair held as a fundraiser for the elementary school. Hill Street lies to the south, to the east is an entrance to a concrete tunnel, and a photo booth stands to the west.

The center of attention here is a shiny new cotton candy machine.

A gaggle of children are running around, laughing and playing.
human
You examine the children
gpt
They seem particularly fond of the cotton candy machine.
human
You examine the machine
gpt
It's an impressive device, fully automatic, with brass fittings and a huge tub. The kids are gathered around as much to watch it in operation as to sample the results. Too bad I can't stand cotton candy.
human
You eat the cotton candy
gpt
(first taking the cotton candy machine)
No thanks. Cotton candy makes me ill.
human
Go west
gpt
Photo booths like these are something of a relic in the age of the cell-phone camera, but they weren't so uncommon twenty years ago. Cheap beige polyester curtains form a neutral backdrop, and a button waits to be pressed.
human
You press the button
gpt
An unseen shutter goes click, and a photograph slides from a hidden slot and into my hand.
human
You look at the photo
gpt
It's a photograph of me.
human
You leave
gpt
This is normally just a pleasant enough place to go for a walk, but today there's a special event in progress: some sort of fun fair held as a fundraiser for the elementary school. Hill Street lies to the south, to the east is an entrance to a concrete tunnel, and a photo booth stands to the west.

The center of attention here is a shiny new cotton candy machine.

A gaggle of children are running around, laughing and playing.
human
You take the booth
gpt
That's hardly portable.
human
Go east
gpt
This is a transient place, a space between spaces that joins two alternatives. That is to say, it's a tunnel, which curves from west to south. The damp concrete walls are covered with graffiti, and loud but muffled dance music fills the air, presumably from something on the other side of the tunnel wall.

An abandoned propaganda pamphlet lies forlorn the ground.
human
You examine the pamphlet
gpt
I flip through it. It's mostly poorly-grounded arguments and appeals to fear, but I'm left unclear about just what it's trying to convince me of. Is it possible for propaganda to be simply propaganda, divorced from content?
human
You listen
gpt
I think I can make out the strains of an accordion.
human
Go south
gpt
I'm just outside a rustic half-timbered cottage with a wooden sign displaying a sword out front. It must be new; I don't recall seeing it around before. The street continues east and west from here, but there's some kind of construction going on to the east, making that way impassible. There's a pedestrian underpass to the north.

Beside the shop is the traditional shop-side barrel.

A training dummy stands here.
human
You look at cottage
gpt
Quaint. I'd call it old-fashioned, if I didn't know it was less than a week old.
human
You look at the barrel
gpt
It's the traditional small barrel of complimentary goodies to entice customers.

In the barrel are twelve apples.
human
You look at the apple
gpt
Red, shiny, and tempting.
human
You eat the apple
gpt
I scarf it down and toss the core.
human
You examine dummy
gpt
It's one of those straw dummies on a pole that people use to practice sword-blows on. This one is set on casters for easy movement. It looks pristine, as if newly-installed.
human
You enter the shop
gpt
The door sticks pretty badly, but I manage to push my way through it.

A muscular, red-bearded man stands behind a counter with a built-in display case.

The shopkeeper says, "Welcome! We're having a special customer loyalty promotion today: bring in a weapon, any kind of weapon, and you can trade it for anything in the display case." Glancing at the case's contents, it seems like people have already been taking advantage of this by trading in things that are only marginally weapons.
human
Inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
an apple
a propaganda pamphlet
a photo
a presidential figurine
human
You give the apple to the man
gpt
The shopkeeper shakes his head. "That's not a weapon."
human
You examine the case
gpt
In the display case are a lead pipe, a wrench, a candlestick and a revolver.
human
You examine the pipe
gpt
A heavy metal object. Hollow, but strong. I could crack someone's head open with this, if there were any reason to do so.
human
You look at the wrench
gpt
A hefty adjustable pipe wrench, suitable for both plumbing and bludgeoning.
human
You examine the candlestick
gpt
An elegant shape worked in pewter, this would be a fine decoration for any home. Or it could be used to murder someone.
human
You examine the revolver
gpt
It's pretty much the only thing in the shop that was actually intended to be a weapon.
human
You give the photo to the man
gpt
"A nice likeness."
human
Go west
gpt
My evil twin's dark fortress casts its shadow over Silent Street, which continues east and west. A security camera mounted above the massive iron-banded door tracks my every move. Across the street to the north is the... other park.
human
You go north
gpt
This is a transient place, a space between spaces that joins two alternatives. That is to say, it's a tunnel, which curves from west to south. The damp concrete walls are covered with graffiti, and loud but muffled dance music fills the air, presumably from something on the other side of the tunnel wall.
human
You go west
gpt
This is normally just a pleasant enough place to go for a walk, but today there's a special event in progress: some sort of fun fair held as a fundraiser for the elementary school. Hill Street lies to the south, to the east is an entrance to a concrete tunnel, and a photo booth stands to the west.

The center of attention here is a shiny new cotton candy machine.

A gaggle of children are running around, laughing and playing.
human
You go to the east
gpt
I'm just ouside my neighbor's house -- yes, he can afford a whole house, with a lawn and everything, in this neighborhood. Tire marks on the lawn suggest that someone's been doing donuts here. I don't have any real evidence that my evil twin is responsible, but it's the kind of thing he'd do. The street continues east and west from here, but there's some kind of construction going on to the east, making that way impassible. There's a pedestrian underpass to the north.

The door inside is hanging off its hinges. Someone must have broken in.

A recycling bin is set out on the curbside.

A lawnmower stands here alone, as if puzzled about what to do.
human
You examine the door
gpt
The door is splintered asunder, as if someone shouldered it down. They'll probably blame local hoodlums, but I think I know who's really responsible.
human
You examine bin
gpt
The standard blue plastic square bin with the recycling logo on the side.

In the recycling bin are eleven empty bottles.
human
You examine bottle
gpt
It's a discarded green glass bottle. The label is missing, but it's probably for beer.
human
You look at the lawnmower
gpt
It's a shiny new top-of-the-line model.
human
You take the lawnmower
gpt
This is one of those bulky models that can't really be picked up. I could probably push it from place to place, though.
human
You enter the house
gpt
I'm not just going to barge in without an invitation. Especially now that it looks like the place has been burgled. The police are sometimes less than understanding when appearances are against me that way, even when I explain to them that my evil twin is really the one to blame.
human
You go north
gpt
This is a transient place, a space between spaces that joins two alternatives. That is to say, it's a tunnel, which curves from west to south. The damp concrete walls are covered with graffiti, and loud but muffled dance music fills the air, presumably from something on the other side of the tunnel wall.
human
You examine the device
gpt
It's a device of a sort frequently employed by my evil twin. It uses a unique form of electromagnetic emission to zombify the human brain. Naturally, he designed it so that his own brain would be immune to its effects -- but, as an accidental consequence, so is mine! This puts me in a unique position to foil his plans: I alone can get close enough to smash the thing without being taken over.

I knew there was something like this going on. I must have felt the emissions from the device all the way from my apartment!
human
You look at the citizens
gpt
I've seen this effect before. The only way to free these people from my evil twin's control is to destroy the source of the mind rays. Fortunately, that's right here.
human
Go west
gpt
I don't want to risk going inside the booth. There's no guarantee that I'd be immune to whatever happens in there.
human
Inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
an apple
a propaganda pamphlet
a photo
a presidential figurine
human
Smash device
gpt
I flail at it with my fists, but it's going to take more than that. Some kind of heavy blunt instrument would be ideal.
human
You go south
gpt
My evil twin's dark fortress casts its shadow over Silent Street, which continues east and west. A security camera mounted above the massive iron-banded door tracks my every move. Across the street to the north is the... other park.
human
You examine the camera
gpt
As you gaze at the security camera, the security camera also gazes at you.
human
You show photo to the camera
gpt
"VISUAL MATCH FAILED."
human
Go north
gpt
Dark, leafless trees claw at the graying sky here. A sinister booth labeled "INDOCTRINATION" lies to the west, Silent Street can be crossed to the south, and an entrance to a concrete tunnel lies east.

A lawnmower stands here alone, as if puzzled about what to do.

A mind control device has been planted at a strategic point in the park's center.

A crowd of brainwashed citizens mill about with dull eyes and slack jaws, perhaps waiting for some sort of signal to begin their rampage.
human
You drop all
gpt
apple: Dropped.
propaganda pamphlet: Dropped.
photo: Dropped.
presidential figurine: Dropped.
human
Go west
gpt
My evil twin's day job is in that direction. Thus, that's not where he is. The man is positively allergic to work.
human
You go east
gpt
I'm just outside a rustic half-timbered cottage with a wooden sign displaying a sword out front. It must be new; I don't recall seeing it around before. The street continues east and west from here, but there's some kind of construction going on to the east, making that way impassible. There's a pedestrian underpass to the north.

Beside the shop is the traditional shop-side barrel.
human
You look at the doll
gpt
This is definitely my evil twin's handiwork. I've seen dolls like these before. They don't actually function as voodoo dolls, of course, but he uses them to send a message to people. The face on this one looks vaguely familiar. Some obscure politician, perhaps?
human
You look at the photo
gpt
It's a photograph of my evil twin. I've never actually met him face to face, but I know it's a picture of him because he looks exactly like me.
human
Examine newspaper
gpt
I scan the headlines. It seems there's been a wave of vandalism and petty theft. Gee, I wonder who's responsible?
human
You take all
gpt
voodoo doll: Taken.
photo: Taken.
discarded newspaper: Taken.
empty bottle: Taken.
human
You go inside
gpt
I unlock the door and go back inside.

This studio apartment, located conveniently near work and right across the street from the park, serves as my personal headquarters for my hobbies, such as doing volunteer restoration work for the local American History Museum and foiling the plots of my evil twin. My only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to the bookshelf. I can leave to the north.

I can see a stack of papers here.
human
You drop the papers
gpt
Dropped.
human
Go north
gpt
This is normally just a pleasant enough place to go for a walk, but today there's a special event in progress: some sort of fun fair held as a fundraiser for the elementary school. Hill Street lies to the south, to the east is an entrance to a concrete tunnel, and a photo booth stands to the west.

A training dummy stands here.

The center of attention here is a shiny new cotton candy machine.

A gaggle of children are running around, laughing and playing.
human
You go east
gpt
The funfair is for the enjoyment of the kiddies. I don't see anything in that direction that interests me.

Photo booths like these are something of a relic in the age of the cell-phone camera, but they weren't so uncommon twenty years ago. Cheap beige polyester curtains form a neutral backdrop, and a button waits to be pressed.

I can't go that way.

This is normally just a pleasant enough place to go for a walk, but today there's a special event in progress: some sort of fun fair held as a fundraiser for the elementary school. Hill Street lies to the south, to the east is an entrance to a concrete tunnel, and a photo booth stands to the west.

A training dummy stands here.

The center of attention here is a shiny new cotton candy machine.

A gaggle of children are running around, laughing and playing.
human
Go west
gpt
Photo booths like these are something of a relic in the age of the cell-phone camera, but they weren't so uncommon twenty years ago. Cheap beige polyester curtains form a neutral backdrop, and a button waits to be pressed.
human
Go west
gpt
My evil twin's dark fortress casts its shadow over Silent Street, which continues east and west. A security camera mounted above the massive iron-banded door tracks my every move. Across the street to the north is the... other park.

I can see a noose here.
human
You examine the noose
gpt
No doubt left by my evil twin as a kind of warning.
human
Go inside
gpt
A muscular, red-bearded man stands behind a counter with a built-in display case.
human
You examine the case
gpt
In the display case are a lead pipe, a wrench, a candlestick and a revolver.
human
You give the noose to the man
gpt
"The punjab lasso!" The shopkeeper snatches the revolver out of the display case and holds it at the level of his eyes fearfully. "I don't know how to use that myself, but I know how to defend myself against it. It's good for a trade, sure."

He waits for me to initiate a trade.

[To trade with the shopkeeper, type "TRADE X FOR Y".]
human
You trade the noose for the wrench
gpt
The shopkeeper tightens his grip on the revolver as if expecting an ambush.

I hand over the noose and the shopkeeper puts it in the display case. He gives me the wrench in exchange.
human
You hit the device with the wrench
gpt
I triumphantly smash the machine to pieces with the wrench. The people, freed from its influence, confusedly wander away. That's one of my evil twin's plans foiled, but I can't help but feel there's a further mystery afoot. Maybe I should finally try that espionage mission to his inner sanctum that I've been meaning to do.

Now that the crowds are gone, I notice a knife stuck in a tree, where it's been used to carve a message.
human
You examine the knife
gpt
I'm not sure if it's technically a bowie knife. I've never really been all that interested in such things, and don't know the exact definition. But it's impressive, with notches and grooves and things, and a blade that looks like it's almost a foot long.
human
You read the message
gpt
The branches of the trees twist into menacing shapes. Carved into one tree is the message "YOU'RE NEXT". What a maddeningly non-specific message. Next for what? Is the message it even meant for me?
human
You show photo to the camera
gpt
The camera eagerly locks onto the image of my evil twin, and the hidden speaker says "VISUAL MATCH SUCCEEDED. WELCOME HOME, MASTER!" A buzz and a click from the door handle indicates that the door is unlocked, so I let myself inside.

A feeling of pure malevolance seethes from the very walls here, but other than that, it's a fairly ordinary studio apartment. His only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to a suspicious-looking bookshelf.
human
You look at the poster
gpt
It shows Harvey Dent from Batman, looking particularly malevolent. I think my evil twin sees him as a kind of role model.

I may not agree with him on that point, but I have to admit that Dent is one of the better characters in Batman's rogues gallery. Batman really fights two distinct sets of criminals: you have the caricatured but relatively mundane gangsters and thugs, and you have the flamboyant costume-wearing theme villains. The brilliant thing about Dent is that he can work in either role, depending on what aspects of the character the writer chooses to emphasize. It's like he has a foot in two different worlds.
human
You examine the bookshelf
gpt
It's filled with fake-looking books with titleless spines.
human
You take the books
gpt
Just as I thought: it's just a bunch of fake spines.

Close examination reveals a numeric keypad hidden behind the fake books. I shift them around to expose it for easier access.
human
You look at keypad
gpt
Just ten numbers and an enter key underneath a glowing seven-digit display. I can use it to type numbers.
human
Inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
a bowie knife
a wrench
an empty bottle
a discarded newspaper
a photo
a voodoo doll
human
Type 5318008
gpt
I type "5318008" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 03241992
gpt
I type "03241992" on the keypad, although only the last seven digits fit on the display, and then hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 3241992
gpt
I type "3241992" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 2431992
gpt
I type "2431992" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Xyzzy
gpt
There's a flash of light, and I find myself elsewhere...

I'm out on Hill Street just outside my apartment building. It's a beautiful sunny day in a quiet residential neighborhood. The street continues east and west, and just across it is the park.
human
You go inside
gpt
I unlock the door and go back inside.

This studio apartment, located conveniently near work and right across the street from the park, serves as my personal headquarters for my hobbies, such as doing volunteer restoration work for the local American History Museum and foiling the plots of my evil twin. My only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to the bookshelf. I can leave to the north.

I can see a pocket knife here.
human
You examine the knife
gpt
It's a litle folding penknife with a red handle. Kind of like one of those Swiss Army knives, but with only one blade.
human
You look at the bookshelf
gpt
The only books on it are a multi-volume set on the writings of Nostradamus. I'm generally more of a history guy than a future guy, but Nostradamus, being a historical figure who wrote about the future, is both, two natures in one. Anyway, his writing creeps me out. I'm not sure why.
human
You take the books
gpt
Once more, I dare to peek inside the books or prophecy:

In the year when Apollo comes of age, twins shall arise
Friendly to each other only in times of storm.
One shall always want to start
When the other wants to begin.

I'm pretty much freaking out now and I can't articulate why. No way am I opening those books again today.
human
Inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
a wrench
an empty bottle
a discarded newspaper
a photo
a voodoo doll
human
You cut the doll
gpt
Cutting that up would achieve little.
human
Look around
gpt
This studio apartment, located conveniently near work and right across the street from the park, serves as my personal headquarters for my hobbies, such as doing volunteer restoration work for the local American History Museum and foiling the plots of my evil twin. My only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to the bookshelf. I can leave to the north.

I can see a pocket knife here.
human
You cut the doll
gpt
On a hunch, I slice one of the arms off. (Ouch!) There's a slip of paper stuffed inside, which I take.
human
You read the paper
gpt
It looks like a fortune-cookie message, but all it says "You will spend the entire day".
human
Xyzzy
gpt
Nothing happens here.
human
Xyzzy
gpt
There's a flash of light, and I find myself elsewhere...

My evil twin's dark fortress casts its shadow over Silent Street, which continues east and west. A security camera mounted above the massive iron-banded door tracks my every move. Across the street to the north is the... other park.
human
You go inside
gpt
I wave my photograph at the camera and it buzzes me through.

A feeling of pure malevolance seethes from the very walls here, but other than that, it's a fairly ordinary studio apartment. His only real attempt at decoration is a framed poster right next to a suspicious-looking bookshelf.

I can see a slip of paper here.
human
You examine paper
gpt
It has the number "6962" written on it. Mysterious!
human
Type 6962
gpt
I type "6962" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 2696
gpt
I type "2696" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 006962
gpt
I type "006962" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 020696
gpt
I type "020696" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 6962696
gpt
I type "6962696" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Type 0006962
gpt
I type "0006962" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It's rejected with a little electronic blurp.
human
Go north
gpt
Dark, leafless trees claw at the graying sky here. A sinister booth labeled "INDOCTRINATION" lies to the west, Silent Street can be crossed to the south, and an entrance to a concrete tunnel lies east.

A lawnmower stands here alone, as if puzzled about what to do.

A heap of junk that used to be a mind control device lies vanquished in the dirt.
human
You examine the tree
gpt
The branches of the trees twist into menacing shapes. Carved into one tree is the message "YOU'RE NEXT".
human
Xyzzy
gpt
There's a flash of light, and I find myself elsewhere...

This is normally just a pleasant enough place to go for a walk, but today there's a special event in progress: some sort of fun fair held as a fundraiser for the elementary school. Hill Street lies to the south, to the east is an entrance to a concrete tunnel, and a photo booth stands to the west.

A training dummy stands here.

Someone has trashed the cotton candy machine! The children seem to have fled when this happened.
human
You look at the tree
gpt
Overhead, the rustling leaves provide pleasant shade. On a hunch, I scan all the trees in the vicinity. Sure enough, there's one with a carved message: the number "387". Enigmatic.
human
You examine paper
gpt
It has the number "6962" written on it.
human
Type 3876962
gpt
I type "3876962" on the keypad and hit the enter key. It emits a congratulatory bleep, and the bookshelf pivots to reveal a dark staircase leading down.
human
Down
gpt
At last, I penetrate the darkness of my evil twin's inner sanctum. I wonder if I'll finally meet him here?

Something is wrong. I hear a siren, then black out. When I wake up, I'm in a jail.

Jail (in the cell)
Iron bars separate me from freedom. Clearly, this is a case of mistaken identity. The police should be thanking me, not confining me!

I can see a policeman here.

The policeman says "I hope you rot in there. What did you think you were doing, spoiling things for a bunch of kids like that?" He then turns away and sits at a desk with his back to me.
human
Xyzzy
gpt
Nothing happens here.

The policeman grumbles to himself.
human
You look at the policeman
gpt
He looks thoroughly unsympathetic. On his belt is a conspicuous key ring.
human
You look at the key
gpt
It jangles tantalizingly out of reach.
human
You check your inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
a pocket knife
a wrench
an empty bottle
a discarded newspaper
a photo
a damaged voodoo doll

There's a knock at the door. The policeman gets up to answer it.
human
Describe the surroundings
gpt
Jail (in the cell)
Iron bars separate me from freedom. Clearly, this is a case of mistaken identity. The police should be thanking me, not confining me!

I can see a policeman here.

The policeman is talking with a mysterious figure at the door.
human
You examine the figure
gpt
His face his hidden by his broad-brimmed hat and the turned-up collar of his tranchcoat, but I think I recognize his voice. Could it be...?

The policeman and the mysterious figure seem to be arguing. The latter turns to look at me, but I can't make out his face in the shadows under his broad-brimmed hat.
human
You talk to the figure
gpt
I start to speak, and the figure focuses his attention on me, his face still in shadow. My blood runs cold at the thought that he's seen my face but I still haven't seen his, and I find my words choked off.

The policeman's face falls and his manner turns apologetic.
human
You talk to the policeman
gpt
He contemptuously disregards anything I say.

Finally, the policeman turns back to me. "I'm letting you out. It seems this is a case of mistaken identity. Your brother just told me all about it."

Confused? You probably don't really understand how things are between me and my twin.

The thing you have to understand is that we're brothers. Even if we've never been seen in the same room, even if I don't actually know his name, we're really very close. In a way, we complement each other. He does the things that I'd never do, like crimes and atrocities. I thwart him when he goes too far. Well, sometimes. The point is that we need each other. We're bound into a cycle of eternal warfare, and innocents are caught in the crossfire. And I wouldn't have it any other way.