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Abe: What’s the first rule of Clone Fight Club!?

Everybody: Don’t talk about the fight club!

Abe: What’s the second rule of Clone Fight Club!?

Everybody: Don’t talk about the fight club!

Confucius (looking down at his phone): Oh, guys I JUST Tweeted about it!

???: Okay Abe, before we get started... Say my name.

Abe (confused): You’re... Werner Heisenberg.

1. Joan - That’s What You Get by Paramore

2. Cleo - Dark Horse by Katy Perry

3. JFK - Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Ivan the Terrible (looking down at the jail floor): I killed three people and raped a cat. 

Abe (panicking): A CAT!? Wh-what the fu-.

Ivan the Terrible (looks at Abe): What about you?

Originally, Vince Frankenclone was created in 2003 by somebody who calls himself Mad Dr. Matt. His name back then was Matt Frankenclone. 

Gandhi: I put the packet on the glass.

JFK: What glass?

Gandhi: The little glass dish in the microwave.

JFK: (Gives a thumbs up) Got it!

Gandhi: I close the door.

JFK: Which door!?

Abe: So Nick... Does Elon Musk own your name?

When Scudworth unfreezes everyone, they will suffer from amnesia for a short time like he did in the finale. After a brief explanation along with some help from Mr. Butlertron, everyone’s memories are restored. Mostly. 

For example, Joan knows that she did it with JFK, but still doesn’t remember the EVENTS leading up to that moment. 

I’ve seen the leaked images like a lot of other people have and I’m still confident in my predictions for S2. 

Everybody that froze up in the S1 finale have NO memories of what happened in S1. I’m all in on it right now. 

Gandhi’s also probably dead, but his ghost will probably have a conversation with Abe in the series finale. You can’t cancel a series if it’s already concluded. 

Then there’s the yearbooks. They were created deceive people that the false memories that were implanted in them by Scudworth and whatever help he had were real when they weren’t. 

We saw Joan flipping through one of these books. Something tells me she’s not buying it. Within the pages are achievements she knows she hadn’t made.

Gandhi: That’s right! I have wrestled with an alligator! I’ve tussled with a WHALE! I done handcuffed LIGHTNING and thrown THUNDER in jail! 

And last week... I murdered a ROCK! Injured a STONE! Hospitalized a BRICK! I’m so mean, I make medicine sick! 

Abe: *Laughs in the background*

Joan was listening to music while in JFK’s car heading to the mall when her phone battery died. She had kept putting off charging it; now it can’t be used.

Joan takes her earbuds out her ears. “Damn. My phone’s dead.”

JFK was driving, while Abe and Gandhi were in the back seat. They didn’t give Joan even the slightest bit of attention as they were distracted.

Their singing rang in Joan’s ears and rattled her brain. She knows that they listen to a certain type of garbage she wouldn’t be caught dead listening to...

(2003 Abe)

Abe Lincoln didn’t have to wait very long for Joan and [NAME REDACTED] as he sat on a bench just outside of the school.

During the time he did wait, he reminisced about how much has happened recently.

It’s only two months in, but 2003 has been a pretty crazy year so far.

The events that happened leading up to and including Winter Prom were enough to give him a headache just thinking about it. He started the year off thinking that Cleopatra Smith was the only one for him, but then everything changed. 

Seeing Joan in that dress opened a part of him that he never thought he had before. He ended up falling in love with his best friend. Luckily for him, she was in love with him too.

So it only just seemed natural to walk out on his relationship with Cleo. Both literally and figuratively. It didn’t matter at all that they were about to have s.e.x. What the heck was so great about her anyway?

Sure, she was beautiful, but beauty is only skin deep. Aside from her beauty, Abe could see nothing else now. Nothing but a scheming, selfish monster who thinks the world revolves around her. He could do way better. Thankfully, he has Joan. Every day, he thanks his lucky stars for having an angel like her.