Oh no! The Clone was so impressed with my weight loss that she got into my Medifast and took things too far. Then, a wild Texas wind blew in.
It sent tumbleweeds flying.
The Clone decided she just had to go outside.
She got caught in an updraft.
And tossed all around.
It was disastrous.
Luckily nothing was broken. But I had to tie her to a tree so she wouldn't blow away while I went in to make supper.
I had to force her to eat. She whined the whole time about not fitting into her size zero if she ate chicken pot pie. I swear, clones are more trouble than they're worth.
Weigh in. What would you like to see The Clone do next?