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.

So, yeah, it looks like this clone situation has gotten slightly out of hand. They somehow read my blog post from a few days ago and I guess they thought I was reveling in the whole clone murder thing. I got home the other night, and they started talking about “clone rights” or something; I wasn’t really paying attention. I woke up in the middle of the night and a group of them was standing over me, whispering amongst themselves. Now they’ve been coming at me with knives (see right) and other sharpened instruments. But don’t worry, I was able to fell this clone with almost no effort due to my increased “Josh-strength” (patent pending). Also, to answer the question you might be asking yourselves: the photo was taken by another clone, who I then killed.