The Cloner tower pops into view with a mischievous grin, tipping his blue-banded top hat in a theatrical gesture. His clone, almost a perfect match, appears beside him, both looking as if they're ready to cause some playful chaos.

"Heeeey, fresh meat!" he greets with a wink. "You’re looking at the one and only Cloner! You got a problem? I got a clone for that!" His clone gives a confident nod, mimicking Cloner’s every move with just a hint of delay. “See, two heads are better than one… but how about three… or four? Or, ya know, however many we need to overwhelm whatever big, bad baddie comes our way!”

He leans in, whispering as if sharing a secret, “I’ve got a whole army in this bow tie, ready to pop out and keep things… interesting.” He tosses his forbidden box up in the air and catches it with a flourish, a small army of mini clones winking in and out of existence beside him.

With a laugh, he adds, "Stick close, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to see my forbidden shades. I save ‘em for special occasions." His clones give mock-salutes, and Cloner flashes a goofy grin. “Let’s get this show on the road, pal!”