Slowly the goons legs buckled as the lethal fumes soaked into his very being. The General lowered him to the floor, quietly whispering into his ear "Yes, that's it boy, just keep breathin' it in. There's mah good obedient lil' cloney boy"

The General's words were like honey to the fading clone, he was following orders, dying for the cause, and all his programmed responses were kicking in big time! His dick was pounding in his pants and as he felt his life slip away it disgorged a massive release of thick, cloney spunk, entirely filling his pants.

As the life finally ebbed out of the clone, the General pulled out his engorged prick. "Yeah, oh yeah, time to die fer da cause, boy. Oh yeah, yeah, (gasp) snuffin' yer last (pant), yeah, yeah, ohhh ohhhhhh YEAHHHHHH" And a thick jet of jism spurted out over the clones lifeless body.

"Dat's mah boy" gasped the General.

***

Some time later, the General ordered the body to be removed and recycled. Time to get back to global conquest.