For this one, you must give your twin a life-or-death test.
TOXIC TWIN (any gender, late teens)
You dont' want to attack me.
That's not going to get you the antidote.
No, no, NO: Shhh. Talking at me isn't going to get you the antidote either. Talking, talking, talking. Never shut up. You know we've spent eighteen years growing up and you were always the "twin who talked." Always something to tell me about how I should blah
and I should blah
and I should blah, blah, BLAH!
I bet you somehow managed to boss me around in our mother's fucking womb.
No! No-no-no... not your turn to talk. I was never as clever as you, never as quick witted but I DO know how long the poison has to take full effect. And you don't know. So shut up and listen.
That's the deal. If you can shut up and listen to me, maybe I'll give you the antidote. You won't know how long you'll have to listen. You won't know if it's too late. You won't know if there's something else you can do to stop me. You'll just have to NOT know everything this time. You just will have to sit here, listen to MY version of our time growing up.
I'd like to love you, Jess. I'm willing to work for that. Are you?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"