Stacy had been a little reluctant to lend the Medallion of Zulu to Martin. Heck, she had felt foolish for showing him the thing in the first place. Eventually, she relented and allowed him to use it for two days, agreeing to meet up with him at a restaurant at that time to get it back.
Arriving at the agreed upon time and place Stacy sat and waited until two identical women showed up at her table. Stacy did a face palm, knowing Martin must’ve screwed up.
“Hey Stacy,” He explained, “I just need the medallion for two more hours. I turned myself into a copy of Melinda here, and the time’s not up yet. Is that cool?”
Stacy groaned. This was par for the course for Martin.