"Hello, brother," he greeted cheerfully, picking the other doll back up to introduce the two. "Have you met Altaïr yet?" He made them nod their floppy heads at each other, then- with a loud snort- pretended that Altaïr was picking up the ends of his robes and curtsying. He felt incredibly silly, being a man his age and still playing make-believe with dolls, but this was way too amusing to pass up.

With a sideways glance to the door and window to make sure he wouldn't be interrupted, he wriggled down onto his stomach and stood his little actors in front of him, having had the idea of putting on a miniature play of sorts.

"Altaïr! You are insufferable!" He tried to make his voice as deep as his brother's and raised the Malik doll up to signify the speaker, waving his small arms in the air emphatically in anger.

"Silence, Malik. I am busy being brooding and enigmatic," he said next in Altaïr's typical monotone voice- although it was difficult to sound as detached as he did through his laughter.

"You are as enigmatic as horse dung!" Malik waddled over and gave Altaïr a plush slap across the face.

"It is you who are the dung!" Altaïr cried out flatly and slapped him right back in return. Unable to think of further dialogue, Kadar's drama degraded into a brawl consisting of slapping and kicks to the shin (with the occasional appropriate sound effect).