The "tofu treat" that Merv baked you last night goes sailing across the room.

    It hits the other you in the left nipple, then falls to the floor.

    Nary a moment later, the battle axe comes down on top of you forcefully, slicing you from your shoulder down to your belly-button.

    Breifly you are in pain.

    Then you collapse.

    And the pain ends.

    Because you are dead.

    As your guts spill out over the kitchen linoleum, evil-you picks up the horked "tofu treat" and munches on it.

    Then some kittens enter the kitchen and start nibbling at your spilled innards.
 

Your final score is:

7958