“At my last birthday party I had fun and really let myself go. Literally. I opened the cages where I keep my clones and I let myself go, all 333 versions of myself.”

“I need to protect myself from myself. And my clone.”

“When I go to a restaurant and they say, “How many in your party?” and I say, “One,” I feel sad because one is not really a party. But me and my 32 clones don’t let that stop us from enjoying myselves.”

“I haven’t had a birthday party in a while, probably because I’m not really into celebrating myself. Especially not for an achievement (the creation of me) that I did not contribute too.”

“I don’t deceive myself. No, I get my clones to do it for me.”

“I make conversation like I make love to myself—I let my hands do all the talking.”

“My clones better not wear invisible cloaks. How am I supposed to find myself as a person if I can’t even find my clones?”