After several more corridors and turnings the Visitor was panting for breath and totally disoriented. Fortunately the General had found a new demonstration for his guest at a large glass window into a medical laboratory.

"If y'all look in here, y'all will see one of our damaged cloney boys. The medics are checking to see if he is fit fer duty or whether we should just recycle him in da tanks. Cheaper to grow a new one than fix the old ones. Dontcha think?"

In fact, that was the first thing the General had said which the visitor agreed with. "Of course, the economic benefits of recycling rather than restoring seriously damaged individual clones was explained rather extensively in one of the directives, I remember giving a full ..."

"Er, yeah. Ah reckon ah must have read that one" muttered the General turning away.

"But why the gas masks?" Enquired the visitor.

"Weeeell, them cloney boys do tend to give out a whole load of gas when they snuff it. If ya know whadimean" and the General marched off yet again.