The Bieber Twins

"The hell, Jason?! Wake up, you butthead!"

"Get out!"

"No. I have to come down with you! Mom has made breakfasts!"

"Then copy-paste yourself!"

I sigh. This dude who looks exactly like me is such a super ass, lazy butt, meaningful dick. I don't care if cursing makes me look like shit but this is what I feel every single day. If he didn't look exactly like me, I'd have brought bazooka and shot him right on his face. Why I didn't do that? Because if I did, my Mom would've been the one who shot me after that.

I grab the blanket again and pull it harder this time while Jason is burrying his face on the pillow, sleeping like a koala. Bad koala.

"Justin! Don't be a dick!"

"You get up or I'll kick your ass!"

He suddenly giggles with those closed eyes and ragy hair. "What, you want to lick my ass?" He said with a sleepy, heavy voice.

That's not funny at all. I grab his pillow fast and hit him hardly. "After you kiss mine!"

"OW!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, the actor and the singer.