Now this really makes me think. 


Luckily, I've trained the pet eagle I apparently have now to shoot a gun, since I am disabled and probably wouldn't have to strength or coordination to.
Now comes the hard part. While both of you are distracted I instruct my pet eagle to draw something important on the floor. I hopefully I'd have chalk or something but I'm happy to sacrifice some of my own blood to write this out.

Now I will know which one is the real you, and which one to tell my eagle to shoot.