"Well, guess I better go back to the drawing board." You say, disappointed.
"Yeah, I guess we do." Your clone says.
"That means I need to scrap you and try again." You say.
"Uh, 'scrap' me?" Your clone says, worried.
"Well, you know, I gotta break down your body into it's base components and biomass so I can make another clone out of it. Biomass is expensive you know." You explain.
"Uh, yeah, see, I might have a slight conflict of interest here..." Says your clone, easing her way towards the door.
"Well, you must understand that it is a necessary procedure, we are the same person after all." You tell her as you reach for your automatic scraping device. It is a gun, the automatic scraping device is just a gun.
"How about no?" She suggests.
No? You haven't actually considered the option of not scraping her, it seems like an entirely new and interesting concept to you. You decide...