[Rob]  		::looks up from breakfast::  hey Masochrist.
[Masochrist]  	::eyes Rob suspiciously::  thought you were dead.
[Rob] 		that makes two of us.
[Masochrist]  	funny.  what's the point of you coming back?
[Rob] 		for one thing, I'm on the JLS roster, you're not.
[Masochrist]  	and what might be your moniker?
[Rob] 		Masochist.  NO "R" !
[Masochrist]  	::laughs::  easily adjusted.
[Rob]  		for another thing, you're not even real.  you're 
		just an anthromorphic representation of a part of 
		me
[Masochrist]  	::slaps self on arm::  feel pretty solid to me.
[Rob]  		::tries to slap Masochrist, falls through:: see?
[Masochrist]  	YOU could be anthromorphic representation, then.
[Rob]  		you're just a rubber doll posessed!
[Masochrist]  	i'm not buying it.
[Rob]  		open your jacket.
[Masochrist]  	what the hell?  you some kind of fruit?
[Rob]  		you're me, remember?  wanna insult again?  now 
		open your jacket.
[Masochrist]  	i don't believe this single-entity crap.
[Rob]  		OPEN YOUR JACKET!
[Masochrist]  	::opens jacket slightly::
[Rob]  		damn.  just take the whole thing off.
[Masochrist]  	::takes off jacket:: ::a rubber doll falls to the 
		floor::
[Rob]  		good.  odd, but good.
[Masochrist]  	i don't get it.
[Rob]  		you're just a part of my pysche, posessing this 
		doll.
[Masochrist]  	how do you know that's not my good-luck charm?
[Rob]  		because TBD said something about you coming back 
		when they found a rubber doll you were still part 
		of me until then
[Masochrist]  	Mr. Clone is telling me this
[Rob]  		at least I'm real.  I might not be the original, 
		but I'm certainly not just some voodoo spell
[Masochrist]  	prove it.
[Rob]  		::rips the doll apart::
[Masochrist]  		::screams::
[Rob]  		::burns the shredded pieces on the stove::
		::Masochrist ceases to be::