After dinner I wanted to talk to her about buying a clone. But that’s probably just too much for her to handle, especially since she herself is a clone, and I murdered the original of her. You’d think she’d be grateful, the unoriginal bitch.

“A brick could be used to deny you your dreams. And a blanket could be used as a…”

“I let the feeling wash over me, and then I dried off with a fur coat and went f…”

“Every man has a soul, but will every man’s clone have a soul? No, because me an…”

“I got hit on at the bar last night, and this morning I have a black eye. Someti…”