"Mmm…"
Orson stood with eyes closed for a long while, burning through a few hundred billion brain cells before finally, very solemnly, christening the black-white duo:
The Source of Good, Org.
The Source of Evil, Orb.
"Perfect. I have mastered the art of names." He nodded to himself, pleased. One glance at the names and you knew exactly how each one would behave. Masterpieces.
"Masterpiece my butt, brother!"
Org nearly spat blood. The genteel scholar routine shattered as he tried to coax the original into choosing kindness because that was how a proper god behaved.
Orb took the direct route, jaw tight, eyes cold. "I am going to remove his head."
Org said, "My advice is go for his third leg. Do it when he is asleep."
Orb said, "Seconded."
Org said, "Heh. I plan, you execute."
