"Who are you?" the first new Brandon asked the other two.
"I'm Brandon," stated the second.
"No, I am," the third contested.
"Okay, this is weird," the first muttered.
"So, are we cloned or something?" the third asked.
"Well if that's the case, you two are the clones, because I'm definitely Brandon," the second asserted.
"If you're the original, then what's the last thing you remember?" the third asked.
"Well, I was in the shop with mommy, and I put on a glove, and then-nothing. I guess that's what brought me here. And made you two."
"Well same with me. And if you're the original, then where's the glove?" the third shot back.
"A glove like this?" the first asked, holding up one hand, which now sported a white glove.
"Yeah, wait, not, that one's different. The glove was longer, remember?" the third said.
"Oh, right. Wait, now you've got one too!" The first said, pointing to the second.
"Wow, yeah! But it's not the original glove."
"And it's not mine either."
"So you two each have new gloves, but not the first. Does that make me the original?" the third asked.
"No, you have one too, see?" the second observed.
"So I do. So we all have gloves, but they aren't the original. So who are the clones?"
"I still say you two are." the second said.
"This is getting nowhere. Let's first try and find out where we are, then go from there." the first asserted.
"Right," the second and third said in unison.
