“Why the hell is this thing spitting out blank pages?” A frustrated Harold asked as he tried to use the copier.
“Because that’s not a photocopier,” Doug said passing by, “It’s a people copier from the company’s X division. Someone brought it up here as a prank.”
“What the hell is a people copier?”
Doug laughed, “Go look in the mirror. From the looks of things, it seems Angela imprinted herself on the machine before you got to it.”
“I’m a copy of Angela? No way!”
“Yes way. All the way down to her DNA.”
“How long does it last?”
“It should wear off in a few days, but with the X division? Who knows if it’s working correctly. It couldbe hours; it could be years.”
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