Narrator: Doythaban tends to the near-corpse of their near-exact copy.
DoytHaban: (doyt) Can we save this copy of us, Haban? (haban) The Haban half might live, but the organic brain damage is pretty severe, Doyt.
DoytHaban: (doyt) Severe as in stupid? Or severe as in dead? (haban) Well, besides the four-centimeter hole, you've got a whole lot of heating in there.
DoytHaban: (doyt) So... (haban) Doyt, considering the fact it would be hard for a copy of you to get any stupider, I'd have to say 'dead.'
Narrator: Later that night...
DoytHaban: (doyt, thinking) Hey...
Ennesby:
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