It was a few days later that the General summoned one of the clones to his private rooms.

"Heh, come on in cloney boy, ah just heard some good news and ah feel like celebratin'. Them dozy doofuses have bought the story. Seems they are hard at work lookin' for ah visitor way down in latin america. Good luck to them, hahahahahaha"

The goon kept smartly at attention as he listened to the General. He lived to serve, he even felt a surge of programmed pleasure at the news of another successful plan.

"Yes sirree, ah aim to celebrate, and ah'm gonna do it with this" continued the General producing a gas mask "Now if you'd be a good lil cloney boy and slip it on we'll get started"

"SIR, YES SIR" barked the goon taking the rubber mask and slipping it over his head.