Thanks to technological advances, she was able to have a clone made that day. She took it home and it already knew the deal. It had her mannerisms, voice, and those few gray hairs in an area that shall remain unnamed. All she had to do was work for it.
It only took a few hours for her to realize she was, in fact, a slave driver. She couldn't take it anymore. She had a burning desire to punch it in the face. At least couldn't fight like her...probably. Time for her to find out in a DOA chick fight. Enjoy it.
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