Wouldn't Two of Me Be Great?

I want a clone. That would be so cool. Somebody to hang around with when I don't feel like being bothered with anybody but myself. Somebody that I could relate to, who'd always love me no matter what. Like a sister, but with out any of the crap that sometimes goes along with siblings. Boy, we'd get along great, Clononia and me. That's what I'm gonna name her, Clononia.

What a great alibi she'd make. Or a witness. "Your Honor, that wasn't me driving that truck. I was miles away. At home. Alone. Ask Clononia."

Some say that cloning is a sin. But where's the sin in having your very own "occational" decoy if necessary? For protection. The Lord helps those who help themselves. I'd be helping myself two times over. What if some crazy person started stalking me? Well, I would just send out Clononia like bait. That's what I would do. Then I could do whatever I wanted without worrying about being bothered. I wouldn't even tell anybody I had a clone. I could literally be in two places at once.

Plus, if anything ever went wrong with me physically, like with my kidneys, heart or liver, I'd have all those parts available. Sure, some people think mankind would create great sins by only using our clones to harvest new body parts. To that I have two rebuttal comments.

1. "Not me. Clononia and I would be great friends. I could never do that."
2. "And?"

A clone would be like an organ savings account. If my liver was ever overdrawn, I would just deposit another one from my account. So what is up with the research and development of clone research? I want my clone. If I find out that the sheep was just another sheep and not a clone, (because we all know that they all look alike) I'm gonna be pissed.

(Interesting read)