And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen (_redpanda_) wrote in metaquotes,
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen

So Crantz comes home from Hawaii to find that he's been cloned...

crantz: Oh my lord. This can't be natural. Do I have to pay child support?
cricketclone: So does this make you my daddy?
crantz: Unwilling gene donor. In some provinces this means I can sell your organs on the black market and buy myself an x-box. Given that Manitoba is not one of these, I will be forced to reflect and realize that I have never followed these guidelines anyway. Hold still. *holds up machete*
cricketclone: Eeeh. *flees to a safe distance* I could be much more profitable to you alive -- I swear...
crantz: As what?
cricketclone: *eyedarts* Personal servant/henchman/footstool? ...I have an instinctive desire to serve you...
crantz: You look like [Jonathan Rhys-Meyers]. I'm selling you on a street corner. C'mon.
cricketclone: I DO NOT WANT TO BE SOLD ON THE STREET CORNER!!! I will act retarded and call you Dadoo. No one will buy me!
crantz: There's some mighty fine eatin' on you, boy.
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