Triple Trouble

Who: Canazza, Timmy
Where: The alternate BD's promenade
When: Lunchtime
"well, this is different" Canazza said, looking along the battle scarred hallway. Half of which was sealed off due to pressure loss so essentially there were two promenades, with a vacuumy bit in the middle.
Most of the shops were either closed, or completely totalled. some were open, ironically McDonalds was, and didn't seem to have a single scratch. Bravely, Canazza and Timmy entered, as ofcource, it was lunchtime.
He walked up to the counter and asked for a Burger, fries and a coke, two minutes later he got his meal wrapped up in McDonalds paper. When he unwrapped it, he was stunned, it was actually a burger, with proper meat, that looked EDIBLE, the fries didn't taste like garden center wood Chipping's, and the ketchup was sublime, I mean, better than the brand name stuff, it was heavenly.. The coke wasn't the watered down crap found on their BD either, and was extremely thirst quenching, it was amazing.
There was a sudden jolt as the transit car stopped at the promenade and Canazza awoke from his dream. He cursed his wishful thinking and stepped out of the carriage.
"Well, this is different" he said, it was exactly like his dream, all the shops were decrepit and rundown, although McDonalds was open, the Golden arches had slipped and looked like a Golden 'E' - there was slop oozing out of the doorway and there was some unidentifiable creature scoffing it's way though the slurry.
A man approached them from behind, Canazza turned and made his best karate-esque stance, but it just looked like he wanted to shake hands.
His eyes widened as he looked at the man, he instantly did a roundhouse kick and knocked him to the floor.
"ouch" whined Canazza's double, "what did you do that for?"
"you think you can sneak on here and infiltrate using my Identity do you?"
"What are you talking about?" Said the other Canazza, in a really high pitched nasal voice,
"You, you are my double aren't you? You know, the evil Commander of one of the Emperors space stations?"
"oh no, that's my twin" he said "We were an experiment by the emperors, they had developed an ointment that would remove all cowardice, fear, love and morals. It didn't quite work, I was created as a bi-product, I was banished to Pluto, but I escaped before it was destroyed."
"the cowardice part, right"
"Right, but how come the OTHER us didn't think I was you?"
"Because I would never have ridden on that thing you called a space craft, also he thinks I died on Pluto."
"actually, Timmy called it a space craft, I called it jet-powered rocket pants"
"Timmy?" Canazza #3 put his hand in his shirt pocked and pulled out a tiny 2 inch robot, "This is Timmy"
"HEY!" Timmy #3 squealed, "This is hurting my head, why the heck is you're evil twin here"
"He's not my evil twin, he's my neutral alternate from the other Dwarf"
"Oh..." Timmy #3 stamped down, "It still hurts my head, put me back in your pocket, I was sleeping"
"you mean drinking" Canazza #3 pulled a miniature bottle of scotch out of his pocket too and waved it infront of the other Timmy.
Canazza and Timmy slowly backed away and then, when they were far enough away, turned and broke into a full out sprint for the transit system.Name: Dave Canazza
Status: Leaving him alone