[Jack Simth]

Jack "Barkeep, how do you expect just-cloned critters to pay off their tab at the end of the night?"
The bartender consideres this for a moment.
Barkeep "You know, I don't rightly know. Well, I suppose we'll see - I'll just demand everyone in the bar settle their tabs; can't be racist, after all."

Bartender "Everybody - it's time to settle your tab!"

Jack pulls out a single copper coin, and the bartender looks at him disgustedly.

Bartender "You haven't actually ordered anything we charge for, you know. Why do you sit in a bar and drink water, of all things?"

Jack "Well, I haven't been able to feel the effects of alchol since the first time I escaped the reaper. I can drink as much as I like, but I don't feel any of the effects - good or bad. So I just take water. Here, at least, you name them nicely."

The bartender goes around collecting payment. In the case of the cloned legs (as they don't have cash), he charges each an arm and a leg - as they don't have an arm, he substitutes another leg, charging each pair a leg and a leg. This leaves them rather put out, as all they are is a leg and a leg. He then places a few phone calls, and sells the separated cloned legs to a medical facility, which pays for them extravagantly, and grafts them to those unfortunates who were missing legs.

For some reason, this makes the legs that hadn't ordered yet very, very hesitant to order drinks, and they keep whispering of the event for as long as they stay, so the incoming legs hear, and leg it out of there as fast as possible.

The bartender uses the funds to order more materials, of course, and restocks. He then starts asking the more intact patrons to cover their tabs.