“If I had a clone, he’d better be my equal, and not my better. Can you imagine how I’d feel being jealous of myself?”
“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?”
“I’m going to spend a lifetime being me, so I’d better like who I am as a person. My clone better like me too, because he’ll also spend his whole life trying to be me.”
“I’ll refer my clones to businesses and negotiate a better price for myself. And for myselves.”
“When I think about my clone, random songs pop into my head. Songs like, “Happy Birthday.” Will he celebrate the same birthday as me? He’d better, because without me, there’d be nothing for him to celebrate.”
“It must be awful to be on a team with a superstar, someone much better than everyone else. At least that’s how my teammates must feel about me. But who cares? They’re just my clones.”