Have Yourself a Merry Little Pancreas

Possibly, Obama's Clone Army is real... and GROWING.

This scene played out on Wednesday, behind the Lincoln Memorial, in DC:

JJ

So, KT showed me the spot where Mom's precious life was stolen from her. Just a black smudge on the tarmac, really. I would have thought it would all be blood-red, still, but I suppose blood darkens when it's left in the open, doesn't it?

JOHN

Sure. Probably.

KT

It's just... horrible.

JJ

As executor, as her favorite son, you know, I feel kind of bad that I missed the funeral. A bit selfish, actually. I had an appointment with the hypnotist—really want to kick this smoking habit—and I have to believe that Mom would have thought it was important, too. Fuck, I'm becoming a clone.

[He lights a cigarette.]

KT

Thank you for doing this, John.

JOHN

It's not a problem.

JJ

Didn't you two used to date? KT was saying something on the way over. It's cool. I think it's cool. She's not exactly a mutt, if you know what I'm saying. Her father's side of the family has good genes—all the women over there have fine asses, like my sister.

JOHN

I'm going to go to bed shortly. Tomorrow is Saturday, after all. Don't want to miss that. Got to paint my face.

JJ

Rock on. I'll see you after I'm cloned. I'll be three of me and you'll all be fuckered.

KT

Big day tomorrow, yeah. We meet with the President at nine-thirty, JJ, so you'll want to get plenty of rest, yourself. Again, John, thanks for putting him up. It means a lot.