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you're so sticky!

In the opulent surroundings of a luxurious restaurant, Topher, the cloned doppelgänger of Christopher Columbus, engaged in a tirade against the fairer sex.

'Women,' he declared, twirling a fork between his fingers, 'are the absolute worst. They're nothing but shallow, manipulative creatures who only care about looks.'

As Topher continued his rant, the sound of a piercing scream pierced the air. A horrifying giraffe, its eyes blazing with a malevolent glow, emerged from the shadows.

Topher gasped and leaped onto Abe's back, his clone brother from Abraham Lincoln. 'Abe,' he shrieked, 'Get us out of here!'

Abe, with his lanky frame and unyielding determination, surged forward. His sticky skin proved a hindrance as Topher clung to him desperately.

'You're so sticky!' Topher complained, his voice laced with disgust.

Unfazed, Abe reached a colossal speed, dodging obstacles with astonishing agility. But fate had other plans in store. As they approached a dark alley, the ground beneath them gave way, sending them tumbling into the fetid depths of the sewer.

Topher let out a deafening scream as the cold, murky water engulfed him. Abe, struggling to keep his balance, stumbled and fell, dragging Topher down with him.

'Abe, you imbecile!' Topher shrieked, flailing his arms in a frenzy. 'You're getting us killed!'

Abe ignored his brother's protests and frantically searched for an escape route. With each passing moment, the darkness threatened to consume them. And as Topher's voice grew weaker, Abe realized their predicament was far more dire than he had ever imagined.

In the claustrophobic confines of the sewer, the cloned heirs of two American icons found themselves trapped in a grotesque and macabre nightmare. The irony of their situation was not lost on Abe as Topher's screams gradually subsided into a pathetic whimper. History, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.