Jamie stopped his wandering towards the Haven to study the cone in his hand. The ice cream was melting fast now, and while he would not mind eating the waffle cone itself, it would be difficult to separate that from the treat, and the cone was going to start getting soggy in a matter of minutes. There was no point in eating a soggy waffle cone. He looked this way and that, trying to spot a trash can, but of course there was none to be found. Why would there be? This was a private residence, not a park. He stopped and studied the cone with a narrowed eyed intensity, as if the snack itself would somehow give him a solution to this conundrum. Would that not be a ideal word.
The next thing Jamie knew, he was flying through the air and getting dangerously close to the cement. Hmm. That was something new.
"What the?" "Holy shit!" "Who the hell--?" "That hurt!" "Where'd my ice cream go?!" "What kind of idiot--" "Ice cream oh ice cream, where for art thou, ice cream?" "Who let that guy out?"
A half a dozen Jamies were sprawled across the Haven driveway, with varying levels of damage to their person. The impact had, thankfully, been mostly absorbed by his suit, then further dispersed by his duplicating ability. Prime was fine, save a few scratches to his face. One dupe was clutching his back, and one seemed completely unharmed, going out of his way to make a big scene about the ice cream cone, which had landed a few feet further away.
Prime sat mostly stunned, trying to fit his head around all of it, but one of his dupes was more than ready for a fight, it seemed. When Fredrick came towards them, he sprang to his feet, teeth gritted and fists clenched.
"Hey asshole! Watch where you're driving! Ever heard of pedestrian right of way! You're going to kill someone!"
Another dupe, who was rubbing a damaged wrist, hopped up and joined in, apparently spurred on by the attitude of the first dupe. "Yeah! Watch yourself! ....Jerk!" It seemed he was neither the most bold nor the most quick witted of the bunch.