“He won’t be as funny as a mountain—he’ll be hill-arious. He is my clone, and I hope he kills me for this terrible pun.”

“Of course my clone will be handsome. He’ll look exactly like my other clone, won’t he?”

“He’ll think I’ll do it, he’ll act like I’ll do it, and so I will do it. But if he will think differently, maybe I will act differently. But I know me, I know him, he knows himself, he knows me, and he is my clone, so we will each act exactly how we think we will, and we will each act like the other, and this is why I’ll have to kill him.”

“My face and body are not my essence. My actions, ideas, and ideals are the stuff of me. My clone will have my face and body, but he won’t be me.
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“If somebody kills me, at least I won’t be accused of murder. Well, assuming all my clones have alibis.”

“If my clone weren’t dead, or rather not in nonexistence, he would have probably killed me by now.”