Even the visitor was forced to silence when he enetered the room and saw its contents, row upon row of massive glass tanks full of gently glowing liquid. A gentle hum of smoothly working machinery permeated the atmosphere as both the visitor and the General gazed upon the awesome sight.

"This is it, this is where the magic happens" sighed the General. "Y'all see that?" he waved his big hand at the many cylinders lining the huge walls. "That's what ah'm talkin' about. Enough raw material to make hundreds more cloney boys. Y'all still think ah' ain't doin' it right?"