When I was a child, my favourite story was about a man who lived forever, but whose eyes were heavy with the weight of all he’d seen. A man who fell from the stars.
When he straightened again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him.
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow- we’re identical!”
"I dunno, though, I think I’m still better-looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.