"So, Steve. Have you experienced anything unusual, other than seeing lots of 'You' out the window? Wavy air, space aliens, weird machinery, that kind of thing?"
"No." He mumbled. His face was pale, as more and more versions of himself filled the street. Some with children, many more at various stages of age.
"No?"
"Well... Other than you."
"Hmm... Ah fuck!" She slammed a fist down on the tabletop. Their coffees wobbled alarmingly. She pulled out a phone. "Bastards! And I fell for it too!"
"Fell for what?"
"This'll be that fucker, Boris. Oh, ha ha, guys. Ha. Ha!"