Well well well

"You appear under stress Mr Chrysler..perhaps my original version,
you know the psychiatrist can help?!"
"dont even think about it"
"Now what is it we have here then." Cain commented with all the
warmth of the North Poll.
The advantage of being in his position is his unlimited access to
damn near anything and hense found this scene with the ship's
internal sensors.
The black clad security officer removed what appeared to be a gas
granade from his longcoat pocket and then commented. "I have here a
chemical mixture that is said to cause clones to be reduced to a pile
of goo on the floor."
There was a noticable look of panic with the Chrysler clones.
"You have the count of five to disappear from my site or all the
clones will be having a bad day indeed." There was a flash of metal
as Cain drew a sword from within his longcoat and pointed it at the
crowd, just incase any of the clones decided to be a hero. "One....
two...."