Petrov and Bob - Part I
There was a woman. She was a happy woman. She was a pregnant woman. Inside her tummy, there was… a scone. People don’t keep babies in tummies silly. They keep them in pockets. Inside her pockets dwelled a lot of fuzz.
I’m a bit sketchy on the details but essentially, inside of her was a little boy. The woman decided that he should be called Petrov.
When it came to the little baby moving out and starting a life outside of his mummy, it seemed that Petrov already had a roommate. Two little baby boys came out.
In a dazzled state of alarm, she decided the other name would be Bob. However, which one would be Petrov and which one would be Bob was a difficult decision. Her reasoning for her decision went something along the lines of “that one can be Petrov because the other one has super powers so he doesn’t need an impressive name.”
