Toffee nodded. "They're exactly alike. Only this one is nicer. That's why I switched."
The judge raised his gavel warningly, and turned to Marc. "Are you twins, sir?"
Marc opened his mouth to speak, but before he could George's voice sounded immediately behind him.
"Do I look like twins, you thick-headed joker?" the voice asked. "And if you must drink in the morning, for Godsake lay off the cheap stuff so you don't see double. I always heard justice was blind but I didn't know it was blind drunk."
There was an ominous silence in the court as the judge raked Marc with a glance of pure loathing. "Are you deliberately in contempt of court?" he asked.
Again Marc started to speak and again the voice beat him to it. "In it?" it said. "I'm fairly swimming in high octane contempt."
The blonde who had been watching these proceedings with growing agitation suddenly sprang from her chair. "That's him!" she yelled hysterically. "I'm positive!"
"Be quiet, you!" the judge barked. "I've had enough out of you!"
"But he pinched me!" the blonde cried.