Yeah. Kinda. Sorta.
( Waving a hand, looking to the side. )
I probably have more right sayin’ that to you, Sixer! I mean, what, you’re thirty years younger than me? You’re supposed to be my twin!
( *From the looks of it, this was far from the disheveled and paranoid man Stan would have met with all those years ago. It had to be before the portal.* )
How did —
Why-
I .
It’s really you —???