“Allow us to explain,” said a clone. “We doped your coffee with Great Aunt Edna’s leftover sleeping pills. Not a smart move to have saved those.”
Jim sighed, realizing too late that his clones knew everything he did. “What do you want?”
“To live,” said a clone. “We’re sick of working. From now on, we three will take turns living for a week in the world and dating Adriana, while the other two work.”
“And me?” asked Jim.
The clones laughed. “You’ll work all the time, Jim.”