From the two opposite ends of the stage, enter two men. These two men are identical in everything except clothing. Same height, facial features, etc.
Man 1: Hey man! Hey! How’re you doing?
Man 2: Great! Great, man! You?
Man 1: Ehh. Feeling meh. Not doing too good. Just meh.
Man 2: Eyyy. Things aren’t looking too shiny on your end eh?
Man 1: Yeah man, yeah, My end is just glum. But you’re having tons of fun aren’t you?
Man 2: *smiles* Haha, can’t complain, man can’t complain. But yeah, tons of fun is a lot like it haha!!
Man 1: The decision fucked me man. The decision that separated us, fucked me. Condemned me to this pitifully uneventful existence. The decision really fucked me man.
Man 2: Cheer up man, cheer up. I am sure there are versions of us who are doing much worse- dead maybe. You hear that? Dead!
Man 1: Ugh. I might as well be dead with this life. Ugh.
Man 2: Cheer up man, cheer up!!
Men walk across stage.
On Post-Decision Eventuality Children.