"Okay, here is what I think," Jamie Prime was walking with an entourage of duplicates. There was one on his left that was taking notes on a little pad of paper, one on his right that was walking and playing on his phone at the same time, and one on the very right that was actually listening. All four Jamies wore the exact same outfit: a green shirt with a strange, lighter green circle design on it and a pair of jeans. They all had the exact same haircut and had the exact same sneakers and until they spoke up all seemed to be completely perfect copies of one another.
Except the one writing notes, when he spoke up, had a tone like he was single minded about something and the one of the right simply kept saying, "uh huh... uh huh... dude.. uh huh," which made him sound vaguely unintelligent.
"I think we're in an alternate universe," Prime completed his thought and all of his duplicates stopped dead and groaned in unison. The one on the phone rolled his eyes.
"What! Come on, what else could it be?!"
"According to my notes and what I've been noticing," began the note-taker...
"Whoa, according to my notes we got a babe alert, look sharp boys," said the one of the phone and the last one who was quiet and listening blushed when the girl was pointed out. All of the Jamies stopped, the Prime glaring at the others before looking to the girl they were crossing paths with.