That's like having to be Mike Hitler during the height of Nazi Germany. You're Mike Hitler. You work at a bakery. You're just trying to make ends meet. Meanwhile, your brother's out there just acting an ass. People come in the bakery and read your name tag and go off on you, you know? 'Hitler? You're the bastard that killed 6 million Jews and ravaged Europe and tried to achieve world domination by following military--' 'Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's my brother, dude. I just make strudel.'