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Post by bob1 on Apr 1, 2010 0:40:01 GMT -5
Bob sat outside of his house. His psychotic wife had sent him to do some chores...chores he didn't really feel like doing. It wasn't a Texas-like thing to do, especially in Crepusculum.
So instead he relaxed in his hammock, enjoying a cool Duff beer because he was out of Alamo (curssseeesssss!!). As he sipped it he thought to himself
'Damn, I wish I had a clone...someone who could kick the crap out of my wife and make it look like she handled the propane tank improperly...'
He heard a rustle in some bushes nearby and as he turned to look in the direction the sound came from, the hammock suddenly spun out of control. As he fell out of it and hit his face, nose first and wrecked his stupid-looking glasses, he groaned.
However, when he looked back up...
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Post by bob02 on Apr 1, 2010 0:43:09 GMT -5
o3o.
Another Bob lay there, picking his head up, he smiled at regular Bob.
Only to speak.."Beer for Bob?" His frown was explicitly stating that the beer was probably the only thing on his mind, with his blank stare and dumbed down intelligence.
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Post by bob1 on Apr 1, 2010 0:48:25 GMT -5
Bob shook his head, staring at his new self standing there clearly trying to get away with his precious precious Duff. He adjusted his now-broken glasses on his face and pulled the beer farther away from his cloned self.
"Pfft. You have chores to do!" he said quite rudely (yet blandly) and handed over the list of crazy crap his wife told him to do for the day, "here, can you read? Take this and go do some work. Your first task is to find 135 golden jigsaw pieces in order to enter a gameshow run by some crazy witch locked in a tower in some place called Spiral Mountain."
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Post by bob02 on Apr 1, 2010 0:51:31 GMT -5
Bob was quite unhappy. VERY unhappy, as he made a mean face with no glasses on sadly.
"AWHHHHOH.." He moaned aloud, as he folded his arms, throwing the list down...He started grumbling to himself, getting up and following the alpha male's orders, some of his mutters included:
"Stupid bears..Stupid Woodpeckers...Stupid Honeycombs and Stupid Jinzos..."
The nonsensical jibberish must have been a side effect of the cloning.
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Post by bob49 on Apr 1, 2010 0:56:40 GMT -5
Likewise, Original Bob himself also grumbled.
"Dangit, Bob-clone! Quit your complaining and get to finding those jigsaw pieces!" he shouted, shaking up a can of Duff before throwing it at him, "here, if you want, take this but you get no more until you find those stupid things!"
That's right...give him the shaken can...stupid clone...
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Post by bob02 on Apr 1, 2010 1:01:34 GMT -5
Bob was unbelievably happy with the beer tossed at him, "Oooooooohh!!!~~"
He giddly ran off to find these so called pieces, and all that could be heard was a giggle of "HEEHEEHEEHEE!"
Followed by a small explosion, fizzling, and "AWOHHH."
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Post by bob1 on Apr 1, 2010 1:06:57 GMT -5
Bob grinned, hearing the explosion. Already things were going according to--
"BOB GET YOUR ASS IN HERE WHEN I GET AHOLD OF YOU WHY HAVEN'T YOU CHOPPED THAT WOOD YET, CLEAN THE CATBOX, WHY ARE THERE TOENAIL CLIPPINGS ON MY BED, WHY DON'T YOU PLAY BOGGLE WITH ME ANYMORE I'M THE BOGGLE CHAMPION--" came the shrill screams of his wife. Bob frowned.
'I SO don't want to deal with her right now...auuughhh! What to do?' he thought, then turned around, quickly noticing the hammock again.
Hmm....if one stupid clone could do a couple of jobs, then more could do even MORE jobs...hmmmm...
Bob took a run into the hammock again, hoping to give it a couple of really good twirls now--he'd definitel need a couple to deal with his wife.
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Post by bob03 on Apr 1, 2010 1:10:23 GMT -5
Suddenly there was one...
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Post by bob04 on Apr 1, 2010 1:10:52 GMT -5
Two...
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Post by bob05 on Apr 1, 2010 1:12:43 GMT -5
Three! Clones of bob. They all stood there, looking at each other and then looking at the original Bob, absent minded as always.
..Then the beer caught their attention, as they all opened their mouths with glee and delight.
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Post by bob1 on Apr 1, 2010 1:18:14 GMT -5
Bob shook his head. This was going to be a long day.
"BOB, WHERE THE F*** ARE YOU?!?!?"
....could be longer.
"You will all get beer once you go into that house and deal with that axe-wielding super-woman!" he announced, pointing to the house that seemed to crackle with lightning and DOOM the moment he did so. It was so terrifying, even the birds didn't want to fly around it.
Bob chuckled to himself. How genius it was to leave a couple of stupid clones to deal with his wife...hehehehe...
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Post by bob05 on Apr 1, 2010 1:20:55 GMT -5
The Bobs all looked at the origin bob...and frowned.
"Ayehhhhihhhhhehhh...." They shivered in unison, not wanting to go, not even for beer-..
..Well maybe for beer...
"..awoahhhh..."..
They walked in a uniform line, and into the house, upon which all that could be heard was shrill shrieking, followed by cleaning noises..and moaning of the hateful nature.
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Post by bob1 on Apr 1, 2010 1:41:19 GMT -5
Bob grinned, watching his clones suffer the wrath of his wife.
"Hehehe..."
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Post by bob49 on Apr 1, 2010 1:43:44 GMT -5
"Hehehe," came the mimicking voice of a familiar-sounding dull clone, right behind Original Bob. There stood yet another clone who mysteriously came out of nowhere...?
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Post by bob1 on Apr 1, 2010 1:44:38 GMT -5
Bob blinked.
"What in the hell are you doing here? Go do your chores! Where did you even come from?" he demanded.
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