[He had been almost sure that he'd run across the last of the 'oh man you're not the Other You' club some time ago. Maybe it was just his destiny to run into people like that every so often? He still felt bad for the folks who felt kind of robbed of someone they were friends with.]

Uh... sure. I mean, I think I'm friends with most of the folks he was friends with. I mean, He was Me, so, only make sense I like the guy's taste in pals, huh?

It's good to meet you. Sorry... uh. Sorry if you're disappointed.