[ WP ] A man suddenly notices an identical copy of himself . Each of them thinks that he is the original .

`` Well this is a problem,'' Bob said. 
 
 `` Yeah, no shit.'' Bob folded his arms. The bank would only serve one of them, and Bob needed his money. 
 
 `` Okay, so... You're a clone, right?'' 
 
 `` Go fuck yourself.'' 
 
 `` Well, I'm definitely not the clone.'' Bob walked to the bank teller window. The teller was clearly confused. `` Hi, I need to withdraw three hundred dollars...'' 
 
 `` Do NOT,'' Bob shouted, `` give that man my money!'' 
 
 `` Sir,'' the bank teller said, `` if you can calm down I'm sure you and your brother can...'' 
 
 `` He is not my brother.'' 
 
 `` Ya know what,'' Already fed up. `` just show me some ID.'' 
 
 Bob fished around in his pocket for his wallet, crowding up against the window with Bob. He could n't find it. Bob could n't find his either. `` Shit.'' 
 
 `` Well, if neither of you can present some form of ID, I ca n't serve either of you. Next!'' 
 
 They walked outside and stood facing each other on the sidewalk. `` Well.'' 
 
 `` Well what?'' 
 
 `` Are n't you going to admit it?'' 
 
 `` Admit what, asshole? That I know I'm real and that I have no clue who you are, you big clone impostor?'' 
 
 `` I know I'm real because I woke up with my wife this morning. I have a clear memory of that.'' 
 
 `` So did I.'' 
 
 Bob raised an eyebrow. `` Have you been sleeping with my wife?'' 
 
 `` I've been sleeping with MY wife.'' 
 
 `` Oh yeah?'' He folded his arms. `` What's her name, then?'' 
 
 `` Martha.'' 
 
 `` Shit.'' Bob scratched his head. `` Okay, there's got to be some UGH!'' He looked down at his stomach. Bob had stabbed him with a fountain pen. He pulled it out and stabbed him again, this time in the neck. And again. And again. 
 
 Bob lay in a heap on the sidewalk stained in blood and ink. `` Tell my wife,'' he said, `` that I love her.'' 
 
 `` I will.''
