The Twins and the mirror

The Twins, elderly identical twin brothers in their late 70s, South Asian, neat white moustaches, bushy white eyebrows, thick black-rimmed glasses, matching three-piece suits, one in lime green and one in violet, matching bow ties in the opposite colour, standing exactly the same way. Standing side by side in an ornate old hall of mirrors at a fairground, the infinite reflections behind them show only the brother in violet, the brother in lime has no reflection anywhere, both looking at camera with identical deadpan faces. The twins spin on their heels in perfect sync and start a fast tap routine, their reflections in the mirrors lag a beat, then one reflection walks away on its own; the camera dollies fast through the corridor of mirrors and whips 180 as the brothers freeze and stare at the lens.