Another failed attempt occurred, but you were resilient as this was to be your greatest experiment yet. Your long, white lab coat was stained with dark smears after many explosions, the cloning machine was soon to be ready.

Pulling the goggles over your eyes, you stared back at the machine, the creation that would make history. With one final shaky inhale, you pressed the button, in hope for success. Surrounded by smoke and a new smell of body odour and weed, a faint squeaky voice of a teenage boy spoke.

“What the fuck…?” You did it. You had cloned Alex Turner. There he was, slouched in all his glory and scratching the back of his head like a dog with fleas. But something went wrong. More Alex’s appeared from the machine, all the same spotty and annoying face as they spilled out like beans.