There is nothing to worry about, Mr Bugg. All the clones are awesome.

(Y’know. Eventually.)

Transcript:

Mr Bugg stands with his eyes and mouth wide, hands to his mouth in shock and/or horror. Mrs Bugg, meanwhile, is playing three different buggs, all with the same face: A long-haired, short-black-boot-wearing, gun- and knife-waving bugg; a spike-haired, tall-black-boot wearing, punk rocker bugg; and a cake-baking bugg rocking ankle boots and probably yoga pants, if the truth were known.

The text reads: “Mr Bugg is worried about clones now that he has seen Orphan Black.”