~Allen! Nina! I have become spectralized by a mechanical duplication of myself!~

~Ah! Now I've discovered their names~

"Hiya, Allen 'n' Nina! It's me, Dennis!"

"Hello, Dennis" "I greet you, Dennis"

"Dennis; I ask of you this: from where come you on this day? Have you traveled light-years of the body or mind to be in our presence, or have you just jaunted out from beneath your parent's watching gaze to share with us these sweet summer rays of our collective youth?"

"If the former it be, share some token revelation from your journey with we, your company at said journey's end. If the latter, let us away to the stickball field and frolic in a child-like manner before adulthood claims our life and worries gobble our carefree games."

"Well, do you want to play stickball or what, Dennis?"

"...yeah! That'd be super!" ~these children... their mannerisms puzzle me~

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