"Lisssen youhh iyydiotsh. Hey'rre c-c-cominggs.

"Lisssen youhh iyydiotsh. Hey'rre c-c-cominggs. Hey'rre ta onnes ta did alla dis ta mee. Hey'rre c-comminng! Hey'ree c-c-comminggs! They agh. They agh. Th aaaaaaaggghhhhh." We

stared at the man's distorted features twisting in pain, twitching, convulsing. His red, gaping hole of a mouth opens and closes as he tries to form the words that won't come out.

He remembered that Eminem song, "...but the words won't come out, he's chocking now..." anyways it was somethin like that. How can you think clearly when you are in this much pain

From all that ice cream? Brain freeze is the worst! As I lay in the middle of the dogsled trail, I thought of Lucille, my beloved goldfish, who would take care of her if my brain

wouldn't fit? I had worked so hard to transfer my intelligence, my personality, every aspect of my consciousness into Lucille's head. As I lay shivering in the snow, I worried

about the fatal error of consciousness transfer. It may transfer who you are into a different body, but your consciousness remains locked in your original body, as a clone lives

out your life in your place, you are forced to experience everything without having any control over the actions of your clone. You might think a clone would do the same thing you

want but it's the little things that are warped in the cloning process. Like your favorite flavor of Jelly Belly or the exact shade of chartreuse you dreamed of painting the hall.

You should just try to overlook those small genetic defects. So what about that hairy wart growing out of his left nostril. Really, overall he's a good clone. Almost exactly

like the last one who had come by..... Holy Smokes! Wait! This was no clone... this was him in a new and terrible disguise! And thus it came to pass that we solved the mystery!