The elevator slows to a sudden stop. It jolts you forward and, with a Ding!, the door opens on cue. In front of you is a large cake with balloons circling the room and pictures of your face. Something begins to claw its way out from inside the cake. Frosting and cake bits are torn apart as something emerges from the top and...

...it looks exactly like you?

Your clone slowly walks past you and enters the elevator. It fidgets in place, slumping and slouching forward while jerking its head back as if its own skull were too heavy. "Where was the quick purple on the road when the cup spins a fellow hammer and nail." It murmurs in a voice too distorted to be your own. Is it trying to talk to you?