Batch 37

The Boss is doing his rounds around the many fake apartments he owns to throw off his enemies, only to find his cloned henchwomen are slacking off, afraid of mundane things like butterflies, and worse. Tired of this he determines the entire batch 37 of Roxie clones is a failure due to some scientific flub. He decides to euthanize the lot of them and get's increasingly more annoyed the more ridiculous the clones get as he disposes of each one personally.