“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.”

“My baseball team is called the I Ams. Just me and my clones on the roster. We’re devastating. Well, at least I am.
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“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?”

“If you drive the same car as me, and have been in a fender bender, I’ll think, “Boy, that’s what my car could look like.” Same with clones. If one of my clones got beat up, I’ll think, “Boy, that could have been me. Better me squared than me.”

“I’d collaborate with my clones, because I’m a team player who wants all the credit.”

“Making money for my clones, now that’s what I call self-enrichment. Having all my clones working for me, working for free, and enriching me, now that’s what I call social progress. Ah, but that’s life, no?”

“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?”