[The duplicate forces him flat onto his stomach and crushes his knee down into the small of Cain's back. One hand still twisted up in his hair, the other snakes out and pries the boy's fingers loose from the mystery bottle.]
This stuff's no good for you. You don't even know what's in it. No wonder you're feeling so sick and tired.
[His voice is still flat but he violently throws the bottle across the room; it smacks into the wall loudly, then the floor. Flinch. Jump. Fucking die why don't you.]
And you said you hadn't replaced us, huh? Your new mommy's got you on new shit already.
But don't worry. We can fix that.
[He's already grabbed a stray Delmetor from the floor, and he crushes it between Cain's chapped lips and against his closed teeth. The casing cracks and whatever foul tasting contents lurk within come spilling out.]
You just need some of the right stuff.
[The first copy had watched the bottle fly by with only mild interest, then turns his head and keeps watching the spectacle over there.] [Gosh, this is getting out of hand, isn't it.]