On the appetite inhibitor, the clone has found it only slightly easier to concentrate.  True, he is not burdened by the constant fierce hunger anymore, but this leaves room for his processor to fixate on other things.  He’s found himself eyeing the merchandise more often, being even more reluctant than usual to pack things up that are shiny and valuable looking, and an urge to pilfer everything sight is slowly starting to build.  

Surely Swindle won’t miss this one crate of bejweled D’Nokk riutal bowls.