Oh. Well, that made much more sense didn't it. He had the good grace to laugh at his own mistake, rubbing the back of his neck.

"A part of me wants to say nothing can possibly go wrong with seventeen clones of me, but after having met someone with my own face, I have to say I don't want to share it with more people." Frank was a good friend, but it was still hard some days realizing your face wasn't as unique as you thought it was in the universe.

"How did you find clothes to fit your wings? It must have taken some kind of gymnastics to get your shirt on every day with them."