Player: nchaikin@gmail.com

Character Bio

. Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air. Send in the clones. Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move. Where are the clones? Send in the clones. Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours, Making my entrance again with my usual flair, Sure of my lines, No one is there. Don't you love farce? My fault I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want. Sorry, my dear. But where are the clones? Quick, send in the clones. Don't bother, they're here. Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer, Losing my timing this late In my career? And where are the clones? There ought to be clones. Well, maybe next year..

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