Dutch: * closes living room door quietly*
Conor: * walks over to him* hey Dutch
Dutch: ham! Cam! Conor! hi Conor! do you want ham? I don't have any ham... what are you doing here?
Conor: I live here...
Dutch: GrEaT! did your hair loose... weight?
Conor: what's in the living room?
Dutch: what is a living room? did you get new... arms?
Conor: move out of the way * moves Dutch to the side* * opens door*
Dutch: Nooooo!
Conor: * walks into the living room*
Dutch: * follows*
Conor: * looks down and finds a body there* * screaming*
Dutch: * walks up beside him and screams with him*
Conor: * stops*
Dutch: -HHH... that is a nice chair! * points to a chair* Let's just... look at it...
Conor: I've already seen the dead body, you can't distract me!
dead body flops on the floor behind the chair
Dutch: so nice...
Conor: what are all these dead bodies doing here?!
Dutch: honestly not much...
Conor: I'm calling Miles! * pulls out phone*
Dutch: err! HAM! * throws ham at Conor's face*
Conor: * gets slapped in the face by the ham* O - O
Dutch: * snorts*
Conor: * grabs ham and throws it on the floor* I want answers
Dutch: okay... I lied... I do have ham...
Conor: about the bodies!
Dutch: oh, well, you know when you want to tell someone something but you don't want to hurt their feelings so you kind of bottle it all up till it develops into an overwhelming urge to kill them...
Conor: ... obviously...
Dutch: I cloned you so I could kill you...
Conor: * looks at the dead body* huh-
Dutch: CONOR! CONOR! HAM!
Conor: that doesn't even make sense-
Dutch: I know-
Conor: oh my god- wait! why'd you cloned me twice?
Dutch: yes... twice...
Spainsh Conor: * wearing a mustache* * walks in* hola!
Dutch: * pulls out gun and shoots the clone*
Spanish Conor: augh! adios! * falls to the floor and dies*
Conor: who was that?
Dutch: that was Spanish Conor, I called him Spanor * giggles*
Conor: why?
Dutch: it's a portmanteau of Spanish and Conor
Conor: no, why was he Spanish!?
Dutch: oh! yeah, the cloning prosses took a while to perfect... there were rejects
Conor: how many rejects?
Doesn't Understand the Human Body Conor: * walks in* has anyone seen my penis? * searching in his hair*
Conor: why would it be in your hair?!
Dutch: oh, that's Doesn't Understand the Human Body Conor
Conor: oh...
Doesn't Understand the Human Body Conor: hey! say the to my face! * points to his elbow*
Dutch: * shoots him in the chest*
Doesn't Understand the Human Bosy Conor: OUCH! MY KNEES!! * falls to the floor and dies*
Really Bad Advice Conor: * walks in* Remember kids, if a strange man offers you sweets, there is probably more in his car! ( don't do that-) * winks*
Dutch: Really Bad Advice Conor
Conor: oh right
Dutch: * shoots him*
Really Bad Advice Conor: OUCH! DRINK BLEACH! * dead*
Racist Conor: * walks in* I really hate this next guy
Dutch: Racist Conor * shoots him in the face*
Racist Conor: * dead*
Secretly Asain Conor: pfft- White People
Dutch: Secretly Asian Conor! * shoots him*
Secretly Asian Conor: * dead*
Conor: really? they all look the same to me
Dutch: woah!
Barber Shop Quartet Conor's: * all walk in*
Conor: the clones! the clones! really? really?
Dutch: * shoots all four of them*
Barber Shop Quartet Conor's: * sing ouch in order as they die*
Dutch: Barber Shop Quartet Conor's
Conor: So, is that's all of them?
Dutch: well, there's Suicidal Conor, but err...
Suicidal Conor: * shoots himself*
Conor: O - O
Dutch: yep, that's all of them * sliently cries for him*
Conor: thank god, y'know if you have something to say to me you can just tell me. We've all been bottling up our feelings to the point we feel like our only option is to murder a bunch of clones, but you can just talk to me... okay?
Dutch: thanks Conor...
Conor: so uh... what is it you wanted to say?
Dutch: you're a clone
Conor: what-
Dutch: I've turned the real Conor into a chair-
Conor: WHAT?!
Dutch: I call him Chonor * snorts*
Conor: * the nice chair* * screaming*
Conor: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Dutch: * throws ham onto Conor's face*
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Miles: * walks in* hey guys!
Dutch: * shoots him*
Miles: * dead*
Conor: ..... was that another clone?.....
Dutch: yep... * lying*
