The next stop was a large canteen-like area. Several clones were seated at the tables loudly tucking into huge beefburgers and beer. Behind the counter more clones in red and white outfits were busy cooking and serving.

"Ah call them Goonburgers, cause mah boys jus' love 'em." Smiled the General waving his hand to encompass the scene. The Visitor was less than impressed as he looked with disdain at the heavy gobs of grease slowly dripping from the thick buns. The sounds of belching and chomping seemed everywhere and the smell of cooked burgers and stale farts filled the air. Not that it seemed to bother the clones or even the General.

The visitor wrinkled his nose in disgust yet again and tried to change the subject. "I notice that all the personel in the facility seem to be clones. Where are the technicians I sent here?"

"Weeell, they were kinda surplus to requirements once we got enough cloney boys into da system" replied the General. "And too many kept asking awkward questions and not follerin' orders like they orta"

"So what happened to them? I see that I'm still paying their salaries" A note of anger now entered the visitors voice.

"Oh they were real useful in providin' raw material for da tanks, and the money was REAL useful in keeping the Facility runnin'" said the General still looking at the scene of happy eating.

Then the General turned to face the visitor. "REAL useful, 'cos now we're pretty much self sufficient"