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[He grins then, a very Matthew Lin kind of grin, not an expression Jeff would characteristically hold. The disguise slips away, melting off of him in a pattern like paper burning: holes form to his real appearance and expand until the costume is all gone. His own voice returns:]

Your clone wouldn't be you, either, though. Not really.

[As if things couldn't get any weirder.]

But at least he wouldn't be you pretending to be me. You looked good though. I mean, not perfect, but still hot.

I'll take that as a compliment on your behalf.

Well, I am the best judge, right? No one knows me like me. And by the way, you ever use that to screw me over? I'll know.

[He laughs.] How would you know, Jeff Winger? I'm more likely to try to use it to screw you than to screw you over.

[debatable.]

How would you even do that? I'd know.

Try is the operative word, here. I just did. It didn't work out.

But maybe I can wear you down.

You could just ask nicely.

Alright. [He laughs.] Want to sleep with me while I'm dressed as you?

Nope.

[Laughingly,] You're an ass.

I'm a fantastic ass.

I haven't gotten a good look at it, yet, myself. But I believe you.

I'll show you next time we meet.

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