Though highly attractive, it is clear my Mini-Me is lacking some smarts. I fear, while impersonating me, if he were cornered in a dark alley, surrounded by paparazzi, we'd end up seeing pictures of "me" in all the tabloids...crouched down...paws over eyes.
"PEEK-A-BOO, EMPRESS! ROYAL FELINE CLEARLY ON CRYSTAL METH."
Frankly, I don't need the bad press.
My Agent says that you either have looks or brains, but never both. What the french, toast?! Has she not met me?
The kid goes home today, unless I decide to send him on a mission. We'll see how my mid-morning nap goes and how fussy I find myself this afternoon.