The room at the end turned out to me quite a mess. In the centre of the floor a large open tank of greasy green liquid dominated the room. Foul smelling green fumes slowly rising from the tank permeated the place, discolouring exposed metal and causing what little paint was left to hang peeling from the walls.

The visitor was still screaming incoherent orders at the two goons, with no effect whatsoever.

The General walked along behind the group "Ah kinda guessed you wouldn't be too pleased with all the lil' adjustments ah made to your orders, so I made sure this ol' place was all ready fer ya." He waved a podgy hand at the tank. "That's where we put them poor cloney boys that are no good to us no more. Lets us recycle their sweet juices back into the system. And it's economical too, much better than buying lots of fresh biochemical doo-dahs. Y'all gotta admit ah'm taking the eco-friendly approach here, dontcha think?"