Clone: "Mmmmmmmmm... this is the best roasted ackly leg you've ever made."
Wife: "Thanks, today cooked it a little differently. I turned the oven to......"
Kid: "Daddy, Daddy! guess what! I got my report card in school today!"
Clone: "Oh really. Is it good?"
Kid: "See for yourself!"
Clone "Holy Galactic Republic! You got all F's!"
Wife: "Unit 56992, How dare you swear like that in front of our son!"
Clone: "Sorry honey, it's just that if Billy doesen't get D's or higher, the Grand Army of the Republic won't let him in. And if he doesn't become a clone trooper like his old man, than whats he gonna do? Nerf Herding? So Billy, if you can at least bring your grades up to straight C's I'll get you that new DC-15 you've been wanting."
Kid: "Sure Daddy. You really will get me a DC?"
Clone "I will son. as long as you get straight C's or above."
6 Monthes later...
Clone: "Very good Billy, I say that you've definately earned it."
Clone: "Here you go son. your very own DC-15"
Kid: "Wow, thanks Dad!"
Clone: "You're welcome son. Now just be sure you don't shoot your hand off or anything."
Kid: "I won't dad. Hey what's the trigger do?....."