the old one ponders the far reaching questions being put forth in the cantina by its members. As he ponders the incurable questions he decides that more discussions is necessary in order to facilitate a resolution to the members itinerary. SOOOO....
he reaches into his blk bag and pulls out a strange contraption. He sets the dials, aims it at all thosre present and whammm...... instant clones.... now there are two of everybody in the cantina discussing the revolent theorys.... but.... the clones are dressed as orks....