"Why didn"t you tell me that there's a musical genre called Anti-Folk?" I asked. My evil twin's much cooler than me, so he's in charge of music.
"Why haven't you been updating your Zog-conomy thread?" he replied, because my evil twin always answers an accusation with another accusation.
"I'm sorry," I said, because I never answer an accusation with another accusation.
"Well, look, there's still a genre you should know about," he said, "Rockabye. Nothing but lullabyes, traditional lullabyes and new ones, all pumped up and rocked out but still at that lulling rockabye pace, so you'll fall asleep and dream you're at a concert."
"You mean besides Mogwai?"
And then he slugged me on the arm. What a jerk. Thing is, the more I hate my evil twin, the more I like me.