Double Bodies

Yesterday en route to a gig and in desperate need of a prop I stepped into that last chance saloon of magical supplies, Davenports, the Dixon's of the magic world. As a final resort it's fine if you know what you want, if not you'll stand there for hours trying to avoid the constant stream of nervous wisecracks spouted by the acne-coated card-scarred socially-retarded teenlamer behind the counter. So anyway, with purchase in mind and alternatives exhausted, I trot along to join the queue of harry potter wannabes, lining up for their plastic thumbs and trick decks. As I'm burning valuable minutes from the oil lamp of my life I see a familiar face in the same predicament, Jez Rose, a magician I used to know back in the day. I haven't seen him for a while, but there is no question in my mind that this is him, he's got the looks, mannerisms, dress sense, even facial hair! He is Jez and Jez is he. So I say hello expecting to be welcomed back like a long lost and thought-to-be-roadkill puppy dog.

John: Jez!!
["Jez" looks quizzical]
"Jez": Jonas?
[ -beat- ]
John and "Jez": What?
John: No... I'm John.
"Jez": And I'm Jerry.
John: But, you look exactly like my friend Jez.
Jerry neé Jez: And you look exactly like my friend Jonas!
[very awkward pause]
Lameboy shop assistant [with exceptional smugness]: What are the chances of that? Two doubles, each with the derivatives of the other double's names, all connected by magic.
John and Jerry: Shut the duck up.