Did you hear about the man who bought an MG, and started to restore it,
only to find that it was taking over his life? A common tale, of course,
but this guy knew the right people and so he decided to have himself
cloned. This way, he reasoned, the clone could take his place at the
office and at family occasions, could walk the dog and do all the normal
workaday jobs, allowing him to devote all his time to his beloved MG in
the garage. However, despite the initial success of the cloning
operation, there was a flaw; the clone suffered from a character defect
which made it behave irrationally, using offensive behaviour and bad
language, and generally upsetting everyone it came into contact with.
Clearly, things were going from bad to worse, and so the MG man
reluctantly had to emerge from his garage and do something. He quickly
made a plan; as nobody knew his secret, and the clone had no legal
identity, he reasoned it would be a simple matter to dispose of it. So,
under the pretext of a clandestine meeting, the clone was invited to a
lonely cliff top and, when off-guard, was pushed over the edge to its
doom. Unfortunately for our MG restorer, however, the cops caught him
and he was sent to jail. The judge tried him for making an obscene clone
fall.
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