A/N: Save the Randomness!
"And, as you can see, we have recently completed the growth of 450 of your clones," said Lama Su to Jedi Master Mace Windu.
"Excellent," replied Mace in a scary unintentional imitation of Mr. Burns. "May I see the younger clones? I'm interested in knowing how they are taught what the average soldier needs to know before he is 20 in just a few months."
"Well, they learn only what they need to know. Math, of course, is absolutely necessary for them to learn, and they learn science and technology to a fair extent. One of the things we don't teach them is the facts of life. It is utterly and completely necessary for the soldiers to focus only on the mission, and we couldn't have one of the opposite sex distract them."
She was about to continue, when suddenly another Kaminoian rushed up. "There's been an accident," he gasped out.
He quickly led them to the training area, where the clones practiced marching. "One of them slipped and fell," he said in a grave voice.
The Jedi master could only watch in horror as the domino effect of one clone falling spread across the arena, and the rest of the clones fell in a neat pattern.