"You've finished your initial evaluation?" the Hokage asked.
"I have," Inoichi replied. "Myself and several clan members have conducted a series of tests on several clones and have come to some rather disturbing conclusions."
"How did you aquire the clones?"
"Six were captured by placing bowls of ramen under a box trap, seven were purchased from the committee for the promotion of miso, four were purchased from the committee for the promotion of shio, and one was found posing as one of my researchers." Thanks only to the fact that the clone had had the poor sense to wear an orange lab-coat, other than that he had managed to perfectly duplicate everything about the woman down to a scar on her left heel.
"The committees for the promotion of miso and shio?" the Hokage asked dryly.
"Several groups of clones have banded together to declare that their favorite kinds of ramen are superior to all others. Any clones unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of a rival faction are tried, and, when found guilty executed by guillotine."
"What?"
"They set one up in the village square and have been surprisingly good about sharing it. Incidentally, if you were wondering where Anko and Ibiki are, it's probably best not to."
"Leaving all that aside, what are your conclusions on Naruto's mental state?"
"They aren't good. Normal people are usually reluctant to kill their clones and normal clones don't think they're real people."
"So?"
"In short, in or professional opinions, Naruto is batshit crazy."