Sixth-time

Who: Cerebrum Zack, CubieWhere: The Conference Room
>      Zack and Cerebrum though back to the rampage of the Cubiepede, then> shuddered.
Cerebrum would have been reaching his wits end if he hadn't reached it, passed it and left it way behind him many years ago. Then, inspiration struck.
 
"You know, they've done some marvelous things with cloning recently," Cerebrum said, then activated the intercom and said. "Send in the Cerebrums."
 
"You see," he continued. "All we have to do is make an exact duplicate of Cubie, except in flesh, then transfer her conciousness into it. To do that, we must isolate the computer code in her program that dictates what she looks like, translate it into a DNA sequence and punch it into a clone-o-matic."
 
As he finished explaining, the door opened and six Cerebrum walked in.
 
"Like I said, they've done some marvelous things with cloning."
 
"This isn't one of them, though, is it?" Zack asked.
 
"It isn't," Cerebrum agreed. "Could be worse, it could have been Dr Keto."
 
One of the Cerebrums tapped him one his shoulder. "Actually, we did clone Dr Keto."
 
"WHAT!" Cerebrum shouted, spinning in his chair.
 
"We took some of the blood that was on his medical uniform when we arrived, and we've been growing the clones ever since. We figured he would take it as a compliment."
 
Cerebrum thought back to that practicular incident. "That wasn't Keto's blood, you idiots, that was Jay Chrysler's. You've made a clone of Chrysler, not Dr Keto."
 
"Oops. And there's more than one clone."
 
"Oh great, how many. Two, three?"
 
"Five thousand," the Cerebrum clone responded. "We've already started to send them all up to the medi-bay."
 
"Oh, well, save the security tapes for me to watch," Cerbrum said. "I want to see what Keto's reaction will be," then he turned back to Zack and Cubie. "Now, what do you think of the cloning idea?"