Wil Wheaton, if it weren’t for this damn timestream, we’d be bros
I’m positive that in an alternate universe, Wil Wheaton and I are brothers. After this work of brilliance, there’s no question that he’s the smarter brother, but that’s fine, because if my relationship with my current brothers is any indication, brothers appreciate Call of Duty skills more highly than intelligence.
My Call of Duty skills are pitiful, but Wil Wheaton wouldn’t care, because he’s just that type of awesome alternate-universe-brother.
I’d call him, “Brah,” because it obviously annoys him so much.
That’s just the kind of super alternate-universe-brother I am.