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So it's been pretty peaceful around here since we cleared out that zombie horde, and we've just been enjoying ourselves... but it seems we're doomed to conflict of a strange nature. This time, it's a strange army of... well, clones, apparently. They're superhumanly strong and fast, dress in black business suits, have somewhat of receding hairlines, and when they talk they draw out their words in a funny way... Tend to make quips that'd be amusing if they weren't so dangerous, and refer to everyone as Mr. Lastname or Ms./Mrs. Lastname.
Am I SOL this time?
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Unless you happen across some people that make head-to-toe leather look good and call each other by singular names (groupies of a musician do not count), then yes, I'm afraid you are SOL.
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