Yo. Fred. It's me. Need you to settle an argument. Never mind with whom. It was a long time ago. This Internet thing, it makes us behave childishly. Don't worry, man. He's not THAT vindictive. Fred, your knees are knocking. You're thinking of Frank Miller in High Noon. This is a nice Italian boy. Okay, Sicilian. Forgive and forget, right? What's he got to be mad about, anyhow? He beat the rap. That's right, Koikaze. He's free. Well, so are we. Fred, you're white as a ghost. Fred, don't run. Fred, look both ways before you cross the street. Fred, it's about poetry. P o e t r y, Fred.
Does Doppelganger rhyme with hooeymonger?
A.
