Jeepmen
261104 I pulled out of the fuel station. In front of me, a shiny red late model jeep waited for traffic to pass. While we waited, I noticed the interior was absolutely filled with two broad gentlemen.
They sat shoulder-to-shoulder and filled the space so completely, I assumed there were two in the front and two in the back.
When the driver turned, I noticed they wore identical safety orange shirts, sported matching grizzly-Adams beards, truckers hats, and sport-shooting glasses.
I wonder if they were brothers. I wanted to ask. Or at least wave and acknowledge them. I sped up and rolled the window down to ask them. But they turned before I could catch them.
If ever there was a matrix-glitch-moment, two identical NPCs would qualify. All we needed was a black cat.