[ WP ] In a classic `` decide who is real and who is the evil robot clone '' situation , the gunman decides to shoot himself instead . What happens next ?

`` Jesus Christ!'' we both squeaked, looking at the body that was, until a moment ago, our husband Jeff. 
 
 We both simply stood, dumbfounded by his actions, trying to process what just happened. We knew full well he was the fragile sort, unprepared for evil robot twin invasions. But to do this... 
 
 We teared up and started forward, then stopped short, looking wearily at each other. I motioned her forward and she nodded, grateful, and fell to her knees, cradling his head. I fell to my knees on Jeff's other side, clasping his hand. 
 
 `` Why!?'' we both cried piteously to the heavens. `` Oh god, Jeff, why!'' 
 
 We were starting to make quite the scene. 
 
 We glared at each other between sobs, shouting in accusation, `` how dare you, you soulless monster!'' 
 
 I stopped, taken aback, but she continued. 
 
 `` What's wrong with you!? How can you keep doing this!?'' She shook his head slightly. `` Is *this* what you wanted!?'' 
 
 Taking the opening, I raised the revolver that I had taken from Jeff's limp hand, thumbed back the trigger, and pointed it at Charlene's head. 
 
 `` No, I wanted *this*,'' I said, pulling the trigger.
