A Man with Infinite Patients
Robert Chase was on clinic duty. The waiting area was full, but oddly enough, the nurse had only handed him one chart. Had the guy brought along a ton of family, or what? When he walked into the patient area, he realized they all looked the exact same, and had the mental image of a family reunion with all the doubles of his boss, House. But that was for another story!
"Um.. Jamie Madrox?" Chase read from the chart.
All ten very attractive men turned their heads. "Yeah?"
"Well, this should be interesting," he said in his Australian-British accent, his tone gruff. He led the way to the biggest exam room the hospital had. Once the door had closed, Chase turned to the men. "Now, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your pants. For science. You know. Medical reasons."
The Jamies did so. One of them seemed especially eager. Chase started to unzip his pants as well. "Science," he explained.
The Jamies nodded, and pulled off their shirts as well. To help the process. "Anything else you need us to do, doctor?" one of them asked, licking his lips. Two of the Jamies in the back of the room had already started groping each other.
"Well, I see here that kinetic impact causes more duplicates to produce?" Chase said, eyeing one of the dupes lustfully as he drew closer. Chase had a little reflex hammer in his hand. "We'll have to check your reflexes. Make sure everything is in working order."
"Kinky," replied a dupe. "Ten of us not enough for you?" He grinned.
"Oh, I can assure you that everything is in working order," replied another dupe with a sly smile. "But we can prove it to you, if you like."
And Chase found out why they called Jamie Madrox the Multiple Man.