This was written when I was nearly 10. Hence, the lack of plot and reason why it's fairly confusing. I rewrote it slightly, so I could repost it. You're welcome.

Bump.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"I was expecting you."

"I know you were."

"Shall we get down to business?"

"Please do."

Opal Koboi and Opal Koboi moved around the first's hidden lab.

"Ready to take over the world?" the second asked.

"I was literally born ready," replied the first. She pulled down a display chart and turned to her twin.

"Thanks for breaking me out of there. You have no idea how stale that food was."

She turned back to her chart.

"This is my plan…"

"Got all that?"

Opal the second's head was spinning. So much, so much information. She had never thought she would find an intellectual equal. Then she met herself.

"Got all that?" her future version repeated. The past Opal snapped out of it.

"Yes, yes," she replied hurriedly. It was a brilliant plan, she mused to herself. Stop Foaly's Mars Probe and swing it around, crushing everything. Complete destruction. Hooray.

"Where did you find this control orb, anyway?" she asked.

"Foaly had very carelessly left it lying around in an old Koboi dumpster. It was a simple matter to replicate the insides…"

"So that there would be no suspicion," the other Opal completed.

Opal One was impressed. "You're nearly as devious as me."

"I am you."

"Oh." She was momentarily flummoxed. A historical moment.

"Let's get started."

"What?" Future Opal was enraged. He doppelgänger took a step back. Than another. Than a couple more. She hoped she would never be like this. Then again, she probably would.

"That half-wit fool of a censored Turnball Root beat me and me to my plan? Why, he'll…"

And so on. Past Opal tuned out. She had heard this type of thing before, in her childhood. She sank back into memories…

"…and then I'll do it again." Future Opal concluded.

"Hmm? What?" Other Opal jerked out of the past. "Oh, yes. Of course."

"This time, no one will stop us." The slightly more deranged version began to plot. "No one can stop spirits of the dead…"