You and Fundy were at the top of your class in school, tying at almost everything academic. So, when the opportunity to be a foreign exchange student arose, your school didn't know which one of you to pick; so they chose both of you so you wouldn't have to be alone in a foreign country. You both walk through the halls of the American school at the end of the day, speaking Dutch to each other. "Do you understand any of what is being said in that poetry class?" Fundy asks, flipping through his notebook while walking and almost walking into several walls and people in the process.