It was a typical Tuesday morning when I realized I had an evil twin. Not just any evil twin, mind you, but an evil twin with a penchant for 80s synth music and a love for all things neon.
My twin, whose name was Bob, had been secretly controlling the world's supply of hamsters, manipulating their cute, fluffy exteriors into instruments of mind control.
As I tried to reason with Bob, he simply laughed maniacally,ประก his hamster minions scurrying about like demonic, rodent overlords.
I was forced to flee, leaving behind the remnants of my hamster collection.
But fear not, for I have since joined a secret society of hamster vigilantes, sworn to take down Bob and his nefarious hamster empire.