It’s been a while since I talked about my misadventures in cloning, but that’s because I’ve been constantly hounded by the Pro-Clone Lobby, who took offense at the (and I’m quoting them) “cavalier manner in which you discussed murdering your cloned offspring.” Listen to them, all high and mighty! They didn’t have dangerous dagger-displaying doppelgangers after them, did they? I don’t think so!

If you’ll recall the last time I posted about my clones, it was in reference to one who came out a little smaller than the others. I didn’t think much of it, just that perhaps he’d not fully developed somehow. Well, I went on vacation and when I returned, he was no taller than my knee! And he kept shrinking still. It took me a while to find him, but once I did, I snapped this photo. He seemed more than willing to pose for it.

And, though I know it’ll get me in trouble with the Pro-Clone Lobby, shortly after this photo was taken, I crushed him into a fine paste. He was a jerk anyway.