I think the whole concept came into fruition when Leo and I both discovered that we are Clones. Not clones of each other - god no. We are Clones of two other people, named Penley Condolio and Dardar Hitte. The only reason we found out is because we had to get out of that studio after seven hours of toy piano, and we went to pickup and downswallow some donuts. It was more than jarring to see that we were both already there: Condolio (Leo's "original") was putting those little healthrings into the fryer and Dardar, a two year old, was in for his first nut of dough. How could I be cloned from a two year old, when I'm so much older? Don't question it man, it just happened. In some ways it was regrettable to learn about all this. Legally, for example, The Collins Missle originated in the mind of Dardar Hitte, a two year old. And Leo discovered that since the cloning, Penley had mastered the 74 string guitar. Leo hated the competition, and in between takes of Pizza Towers, he attached 40 extra strings and practiced Flight of the Bumblebee. There just didn't seem to be a way to get the final clump of strings on, in order to beat the world record set by Condolio. What unsoured the situation is a pact we made with the originals. Yes, this pact made it so all parties were happy as hell. I can't really discuss the nature of the pact, but suffice to say that everything got all "ironed" out. We won't be bumping into those two horrible specimens again. Not in that donut shop.