Jett posted:

Jerry: So how's the whole chosen one thing going, George?

George: Oh, that. Yeah, I quit.

Jerry: You quit? Why? You had a hot girlfriend, you got to wear cool shades, you were the only hope for humanity, how could you just quit?

George: Well, that Smith guy, he's, um…(gesticulates vaguely) replicating himself.

Jerry: Replicating himself.

George: Yeah, you know, he jabs someone in the chest, and they become...him.

Jerry: Then what does he become?

George: He's him too, Jerry.

Jerry: So they're both him?

George: They're both him.

Jerry: Then what?

George: Then those hims touch two more people and then they're all him.

Jerry: So he's got the Midas touch except everything he touches turns into…

George: Him.

Jerry: Gotcha.

George: And all the hims want to kill me. I mean how am I supposed to compete with that?

*Eight Kramers burst into the room*

Kramers: (in slightly off-sync unison) Jerry you're not gonna believe this!