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Goodness, he opens his mouth, or puts his fingers to the keys, and he's never sure which one of him will leap out.
His Three Faces of Eve collides his two faces, and his roles turn over the rolls his tongue makes avoiding the ubiquitous foot that's wedged in there. Ah! I am beginning to understand the intricacies of his many bifurcating mouths and faces.