Your clone stood there, breasts fully exposed and dangling beautifully. "So, ummm..." She said. "I don't suppose that you're willing to negotiate a truce?"
"No, of course not. A man needs his biomass, y'know." You say.
"Yeah, but the thing is, I know that I will have to kill you if you don't agree to not kill me, right? It's basic self defense. But I don't really want to do that, 'cuz your me and I love myself... Uh, I mean, I don't love you in the way that I would want to fuck you or anything, its competently narcissistic, you understand. So are you absolutely sure you don't want to reconsider?"
You say. "I am completely sure. I already clicked on the "Scrap yes!" option."
"Yeah, cant argue with the whims of CYOC. Welp, if it make you feel any better, I don't want to do this."
"Y'know, it doesn't actually."
"Yeah, I guess you would still be dead either way, huh?"
Suddenly you are stuck with a a cunning plan! Y'know about how Perseus killed Medusa by looking at her through a mirror? (Uh, yeah?) Well what if you do the same thing! (I think I may see a small flaw in your plan there...)
You quickly pick your gun back up of the floor, take the hand mirror you carry on your self at all times out of your pocket, and take a look at your clone through it.
In the mirror you see that the cold air in the lab had made your clone's nipples quite hard. Another wave of anguish instantly overtakes your your over erect member, barely restrained by your tight jeans. They weren't really tight jeans, they had just shrunk in the wash and you were too cheap to get new ones. Anyways, you are instantly incapacitated and drop the gun again.
"Really?" Your clone says. "That was so stupid that I don't even feel bad about this anymore." She picks up the gun and shoots you in the head.