"Exactly!" said my clone. "So much work done, but so much fun!"
"So, I'll just wear sweats all day. You can get clean work pants out of the dryer. Which one of us makes the coffee?" I asked.
"Hold on there, Hoss," said my clone. "Who says I'm wearing the pants? I want a day without pants, too. You're the clone, you go to work."
"No way man, you're the clone, you do the work! I get to chill and eat pancakes. That you're going to make me."
So yeah, that didn't work out at all. Now I'm stuck with two nerds. I'm going to need a lot more underwear.