The two of you (literally) are bumping against each other trying to use the same equipment in order to make a functional Gay-Ray. Unfortunately, you seem to be having trouble synthesizing enough liquid flamboyance, something about the pizaz matrix seems to be faulty, and have fallen behind. Your clone quickly slaps together a semi-functional Gay-Ray with spare parts.
"My Gay-Ray is done! Yay!" Your clone says.
"What? No way! You couldn't possibly have completed your Gay-Ray! I say nay!"
"Well too bad." Your clone shoots you in the face with his Gay-Ray.
A rainbow colored stream of light comes out of the ray gun and hits you in the face. For whatever inexplicable reason your cloine seems to have duct taped a kaleidoscope to the lens of his gun.
"Huh, I don't actually feel any different." You say.
"Really? Not even slightly gay?"
You shrug. "Do you feel straight?"
"Huh, good point." Your clone looks as though he has gotten an idea.
Your perfect clone drops his pants.
You involuntarily pitch a tent.