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Most people don't know it but I'm a quadruplet. I've got 3 other brothers who, in a George Foreman-like fit of insanity were all named Wally. Sadly we haven't seen each other since we were children. Wally (that's me, the second youngest) was adopted and raised by a pack of feral but kindly ravens. Wally (the oldest) ended up in the business world. We haven't spoken in a while, but apparently he's now an ethics consultant. Wally (the second oldest) is on the lam in Europe. Some kind of legal trouble, I guess. Little Wally (the youngest) was tragically stricken with a debilitating skin fungus. Nevertheless, he was able to catch on as an athletic trainer in some backwoods baseball organization. No relation to this guy. That would just be silly. He doesn't even spell his name right. Plus, it looks like he's a robot or something. |