Un-smeggin' believable

"I can't believe it," Dirk between gulps of beer. Dren just nodded
while sipping his sloe gin fizzy. "You mean to tell me that you gave
the captain his memory back by hitting him on the head with your snow
sledding tray."
"Yep," Dren replied.
"And he remembered that you haven't necessarily been Johnny-Do-Good
and was about to finger you for freezing the Promenade."
"Uh-huh."
"So you smacked him on the head, again, with the tray and made him
lose his memory, again."
"Yeah."
"Then, you brought him here for a beer."
"That's about the size of it," Dren said as he looked over at the
captain drinking his fifth beer and looking confused at the surroundings.
"Dren, I think that there is something that needs to be said to you
about how you act," Dirk said in a fatherly voice while placing his
hand on Dren's shoulder. "I'm so damn proud of you." The clanged
their glasses together in a saluditory toast on poured the last of the
alcohol into their systems.
"So," Dren asked, "where's the other you?"
"In the lab. Since he doesn't have any ties to this dimension, no
family or friends, he likes to work a lot. We've devised this great
system. Every day, I have my memory scanned by Holly and have the
data put on my official disk. You know, the one they'd use if we died
and they needed to make a hologram of us. The other Dirk takes the
disk and puts it in a transfer machine we made. It downloads the info
into his brain without really erasing any of his memories. So, he
knows what he's done in his life, and what I've done. That way, he
can act like me while still being his own concious. It makes working
on projects go a whole lot quicker without us having to ask each other
how far along we are." He orders another beer and looks over at the
bewildered Niples. "This is just too good to pass up. We've got to
take advantage of this."
Twenty minutes later, Dirk, Dren, and Niples were up on the second
floor of the Promenade with trays in hand. They had taken a chest of
drawers from one of the stores and piled a ramp of snow that led up to
it and down to the stairs. "I proclaim this.......K-12!" Dirk
bellowed as he climbed on top. They had all "found" thick JMC Blue
Dwarf coats to keep them warm in the below freezing environment.
"Goggles!" Dren handed Dirk a pair of goggles that he placed, with an
extravagant show, over his eyes. "Tray!" Niples handed Dirk the
tray. Once firmly on it, he made a few back and forth motions to
prepare himself.
Whoosh!!! The dare devil was off like a flash. He sledded down the
stairs and acoss the deck. He accomplished a few zig zags before
taking on the snow ramp that covered a small trash can. He took to
the air in a dazzeling display of stupidity. The tray began to move
out from under him as his body tilted backwards. All Dren and Niples
could see Dirk falling backwards behind the mound of snow with a large
cloud of ice and powder thrown into the air.
"I think your friend's hurt," Niples said worridly.
"Nah! He'll be fine," Dren said while puffing on a cigarette.
"Are you sure?"
At the moment, Dren and Niples saw a hand rise up over the snow. It
seemed to be doing a "thumbs up" motion. "See," Dren replied. "Now
it's your turn."
Niples swooped down the ramp and was succeeded by Dren in a few
minutes. An hour later, the three sat on the Promenade with beers in
hand and trays at their feet. "This is the life, boys," Dirk said
while raising his bottle up for a toast. "It doesn't get any better
than this. Don't you agree?" he asked Niples.
"Um....I....I guess not. Especially since I have nothing to compare
it to."