"Yes. Well, no. Look, they are me. Essentially, I make one and the DNA tests will state you're talking to Jamie A. Madrox, okay? But mentally, they take from me only select parts of my personality. Like, okay, you know how there might be someone that bugs you a lot so you want to punch them but there is a part of you that keeps you in check from just punching people who bug you? I might, and have, made dupes that don't have that. They're just the me that wants to punch people and the me that says, hey not cool, he isn't there to say that."
Jamie finished off his draft fairly quick. He took two heavy chugs and stood up. There wasn't much in him so he wasn't drunk, but he was definitely on his way to being buzzed.
"It wasn't always like this. Hold that thought, gotta piss," he said with no charm in hiding it.