If one day you came home and Human #351 was playing your wife, you probably wouldn’t notice. She’d have learned everything there is to know, every mannerism, every expression, every irritating little nuance. Until one day you wake up, look over in bed, and say, “Holy shit, that’s not my wife at all. That’s Human #351!” And you both have a good laugh until you figure out your real wife is tied up in Human #351’s basement in Hollywood, pinned down by Academy Awards.
