Clones. The best thing to have when you have a billion things to do and not a lick of motivation to do it. Seriously. Think about it. Don't want to go to work? Stay in bed and send a clone. It should be magnificent. Whoever designed these powers is the biggest dick in the world, everybody needs to know that right now. The clones me and Madrox make? End up exaggerations of what the fuck we're feeling. So if I'm feeling lazy enough not to go to work, that son of a bitch is a fat ass playing World of Warcraft. Goddamn.
Speaking of work. Charges! Sound off here and yadda yadda yadda. If you're dead, that sucks. They might dock my pay. Kidding. Mostly.
For the rest of you, I'm Connor Bone. Hahaha. Every. Fucking. Time. The cloner in my head is Jamie Madrox, your resident Multiple Man, so howdy to our fellow mutants. And if you need some help, X-Factor Investigations is currently up and running in M-Town. Contact us at this [Number] if you want some assistance.
And me at this [number] if you want some fun. They don't call me Multiple Man for nothing.