Alright let's do this.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

 ...Clones?


Clones. You want me to go to a goddamn island in the goddamn future full of self aware clones.

And you want me to be a clone along with the rest of the madhouse.

No, no, and no. Not gonna happen. I don't care if there's a clone of Jim, I don't care if the whole damn command crew is there in clone form, I'm not going.  Between space or the clones, I'll take space in a heartbeat; flares and Klingons and hobgoblins and all.

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[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Every one I've found since I started treating you.

[The list is sizable since they keep finding more. Jesus Jim how are you still alive?]

[kwirkin]

How many have you found exactly? Because I think I might be reacting to something.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

The list is longer than my arm and- what? What are you feeling?

[Out comes the tricorder and dammit Jim this is ridiculous.]

[kwirkin]

[NOPE he is not being tricordered again, that is annoying.]

It's fine, it's just itchy! Spock was talking to me and next thing I know, I'm itchy. D'you think it's him? A Vulcan allergy, does that exist?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Itchy? You develop a rash of some sort or is it just physical discomfort brought on by stress and anxiety? Because then yes, Jim, you're allergic to him. Or just uncomfortable around him.

[kwirkin]

Come to think of it, it could also be the beer I had last night. It tasted off. Beer doesn't go bad, does it?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Dammit, Jim you don't just drink whatever someone hands to you- we have had this talk.

[kwirkin]

It was the bartender. I think it's perfectly reasonable to drink what the bardender gives me!

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Are you forgetting the night where the bartender drugged you and I had to carry your drunk ass back home?

[kwirkin]

[the what with the who and the what?]

That never happened.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

You sure?

[They'd both been pretty drunk, to be fair. He just held his liquor better.]

[kwirkin]

[He's not even remotely sure, but by god, he'll fake it!]

I think I would remember something like that.

[Yes, Jim. Of course. You would remember being drugged. That makes perfect sense.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

With how you were flopp'n around like a ragdoll, kid? I doubt it.