There was a knock on the door. It was Sarah McMillian. She seemed slightly disgusted at the fact that she had to be at his house. "What are you doing here?" Jon asked, without really thinking first.
"You know," she said, "I wouldn't be here with a dork like you, but, seeing as you are the only one with an actual cloning machine, I guess that I have to ask you if I can use it."
Knowing that this was closer to a 'please' than he was likely to get from Sarah under ordinary circumstances, Jon thought about the 'request.' "All right," he said. "I'll let you make a clone. I want to make sure it works and, besides, we're not all jerks like you. But only one, so make sure that you know what you want before making it."
"Finally," Sarah said, testily. "All right, I think that I know what I want..."
