My random imaginings, basically

2 Characters, Same Appearance and Actor

Now, one thing you need to know about Rod, Ivan and Sam is that while they all have the same voice actor and sound alike, only Sam and Ivan look alike as well and they both therefore work together almost like identical twins. But because of their similarities in both how they looked and how they sounded, they'd decided one day to find out who was the best out of the 2 of them.

"Really? This is gonna decide who's the better character?" Rod asked them that day when they were about to decide who was better by doing a competition. Rod was currently in his car form.

"Do you have a better idea?" Said Ivan. What he and Sam were about to do was do a wrestling competition and whoever won was better, and they were currently outside in the back garden and were in position to start.

"Guys, every idea is better than this one." He answered.

"Ready, set, go!" Sam announced, and then he and Ivan started circling each other kinda like wolves, as if they were about to fight each other. Rod just watched, both out of curiosity and also in a mood that basically said, 'seriously?'

"I suppose there are worse ways to spend an evening..." He muttered to himself as he watched them. "Well, none actually come to mind..."

"I'm legally obligated to tell you that I took karate courses when I was a kid." Ivan said a few minutes later as they still circled each other. "I'd be an actual ninja by now if I hadn't have become an osteopath instead, and speaking of which, I have a good enough knowledge of human bones to make you look like a broken twig when this is over!"

"Oh yeah? Well you're forgetting that I used to be a Navy SEAL, so I know a pretty decent amount of karate and self-defense too." Sam argued. "And also, I've been doing some workouts lately and my abs are starting to look like sections of a Hershey bar!"

"Well it doesn't matter 'cause you're goin' down, sucka!"

"Nah, if anyone's going down, it's gonna be you!"

"Fellas, it's been 20 minutes and neither of you have even touched each other in that time." Rod pointed out, sighing at this.

An hour later, after they'd decided to ditch the wrestling competition, Sam had come up with another way to decide who was better.

"Wait, what's this?" Asked Ivan as Sam walked in through the front door, holding a white container.

"A little something I got from one of my buddies back in the Burn Notice universe." Sam replied, smiling at the prospect of whatever he was carrying. "Wanna guess what it is?" He set the container down on the kitchen table.

"By the general looks of it, and those danger warnings on the side, I'm gonna say... it's a spider?" Guessed Ivan.

"Yep." Sam was still smiling. "Specifically, a tarantula. This is a bravery test, and whoever takes their hand out first loses." He then opened the top of the container and, after a second or 2, put his hand inside it.

"Are you crazy?" Ivan, however, was rather reluctant to do this.

"Maybe, maybe. Are ya scared?"

"No, but I think it's a kinda weird idea for a test, though."

"Look, Ivan, just put your hand in this jar, or else I'll forever be revealed as a better character than you!"

A second passed, and then 2, and then 5, before Ivan then declared,

"Alright, then." And put his hand in the jar.

"How'd you get so brave all of a sudden?" Said Sam, still confident that he'd win on this one.

"Simple, really. It's mostly because the spider's crawling up your arm." He pointed at Sam's arm, and sure enough, the tarantula was indeed crawling up his arm. And he was wearing one of his Hawaiian shirts as always, so that meant he had no sleeves covering his arm and he could therefore feel it crawling up.

Sam quickly removed his hand from the jar. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Sam was yelling now, as he wasn't as particularly scared of spiders as the girls were, but he still didn't particularly like it. "Get it off, get it off, get it off, get if off, get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off!"

Ivan was trying extremely hard to keep himself from bursting out laughing and was mostly not succeeding. 

Much later, once it had gotten into the evening and the sun was beginning to set over the horizon, creating streaks of pink in the pale blue sky, Sam and Ivan still hadn't properly decided who was better. During the spider incident, Germany had heard Sam's yelling and ran downstairs to his rescue. And now, while they waited for some of the other housemates like Sid, James and Yato to get home, they were both sat downstairs at the kitchen table, drinking bottles of beer.

"Y'know, we still need to find out who's the best." Said Sam, his voice becoming slurred because of how drunk he was by now. 

"I'm pretty confident it'll be me." Ivan slurred, as he, too, was very drunk right now.

"Nah, it's me." 

"No, I'm sure it's me!" Ivan argued, and in his drunken state, he tried to take a swing at Sam, but he missed and instead fell off his chair. 

"Uuuuugggghhhh..." Sam groaned the next morning as he slowly began to wake up on the sofa in the lounge. Ivan was right next to him, still completely asleep. After they'd gotten drunk the previous night, they'd basically just been hanging out and ended up sleeping in the lounge for the night. "God, my stomach..." He complained to himself because of how hung over he was. 

"Huh...?" He suddenly heard Ivan's voice as he was starting to wake up now as well. "My head is killing me..." Ivan clutched his forehead in pain. "What time is it?" 

"Hang on a sec..." Replied Sam as he looked at his watch. "It's 6 AM." 

"I am never ever drinking that much alcohol ever again as long as I live..." Ivan murmured. 

"Same here. But I've realised something: we don't need to compete like this to find out which one of us is best." He smiled. 

"I definitely agree with that. Sorry about all this." Ivan apologised. 

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too, about this whole competition thing." 

"Apology accepted." But then Ivan groaned again a second later. "Oh god, if you'll excuse me..." He said, and then he quickly got up and ran into the kitchen and over to the sink to throw up without waking up any of the others upstairs.