"Ameeeeeeeeeeeerica! Fuck yeah!" Clara suddenly sang, making an air guitar for a split second before suddenly stopping and looking slightly sheepish. "Sorry, the conversation sorta make me think of the song and I just felt like...just uh, go ahead and continue like that didn't happen and stuff..."
Clara slowly started to shuffle herself away, heading towards Tony until she was right up to his ear, she then started to whisper.
"So Tony, I was thinking about this whole clone thing and stuff, and it make me think of Mr. Cabb from across the street from the flower shop. The other day I saw him walking down the street with three blunts in his mouth, so I went up to him and was like, 'Hey Mr. Cabb what's shakin?' and he was all like 'Yo Clara what up? Wanna whiff?' and I was all like, 'Nah thanks but I don't blow with people I've only talked to for five minutes' then he looked at me all weird and was like, 'Clara ya crazy bitch you've known me ya whole life' and then..."
Clara paused for a second, looking like she was thinking hard. "...this sort of went off topic, but the point of all this is...I think Mr. Cabb is a clone of Snoop Dogg."