Oh I'm empty! The person who made me just didn't like make anything else. Just me. No like past or name, nothin'. I'm empty inside. Which is like, ironic, I think since he made me out of a rock. Or she. They. Whatever.

[He feels his hair now with one hand as the other hand still feels the fluff.] So much softer.

[The clone, at this point, feels truly awkward and just poofs himself. Bye. Have fun dealing with his original.]