>H-HOW DO I KNOW WHICH ONE TO SHOOT?
H-HOW DO I KNOW WHICH ONE TO SHOOT?
you'll know, when the time comes.
now seriously, put the gun away
>I'm the real one! Remember when you shit your pants during the choir concert in 7th grade!
Shoot the black one
>BANG
>How did you know I was the real one?
>I didn't.
>*bang*
>you always call me by my name.. you always call me "user"...
That's a big penis
hmmmm...
4 (You)
heh
>one of them starts talking giving away complex details into the life of the guy holding the gun to try and show that he knows him well and he's the true one
>in the middle of the speech that one gets shot through the head
>"how did you know that was the fake one?"
>"heh...you'd never talk that much"
why is that wojak so feminine
me, please
You now remember this
he's a sòyboy
Flexo! Shoot Flexo!
simply epic.
I never understood this shit. Like realistically speaking, if there was an evil clone of someone, wouldn't they have the exact same memories/behavior patterns? They're a fucking clone of that person, after all. There's no reason only the "real" one would know some info on the guy with the gun.
>if there was an evil clone of someone, wouldn't they have the exact same memories/behavior patterns
Yes this fictional plot point across various form of media would only fit within these rules you invented right now
this is a weird day