Gemini

“I think what I need is stunt double,” said Nick. “I could still shoot off my mouth, but he’d stand in when they came looking to clobber me.”
     “Why not just buy a little helmet or something?” asked Atalanta.
     “No, there’s more. Like this trip. Suppose the script calls for you to fall overboard and I save you?”
     “But who’d save you?”
     “Exactly!” said Nick, “Because it wouldn’t be me, and there’d be no way to tell us apart . . . except, perhaps, for the scars.”
     “You do realize there’s barely room on this boat for the one of you, right?”