Thrakkorzogg: Clone, go next door and fetch me a tissue sample from the Tick, got it? A tissue sample.
Clone Arthur: I Arthur (nodding)
Arthur: You'll never get away with this you overconfident blob. The Tick will be onto that flimsy fabrication in a second. He hasn't got a chance against the always weary eye of the ever alert Tick.
(meanwhile in their apartment, Tick is snoring on the couch)