The start of withdrawl

Who: Cerebrum, Appendix
Where: Psychiatric offices
When: Now
"..and so as I headed out of the airlock to find Keto, I was
trampeled by a mob of security guards coming inside. After I regained
concious, my normal mind resumed control and I managed to get here
and restock my supply of pills before I killed anyone." Cerebrum told
the Appendix, as he sat behind his desk.
[And you still think this is a good day?]
"I didn't kill anyone, did I? I may have injured a few people, but
there were no deaths. That's a good day in my books."
[What about the fact that Chrysler dumped all the alcohol?]
"No problems with that. I keep an emergency supply. So, what happened
while I was out?"
[We're booked up straight to the end of the month. We've got tons of
appointments.]
"Really? That's wonderful news. Send the first one in."
The first one was a security guard who wove a tale of his sorrows.
Fifteen minutes later
"You're suffering from alcohol withdrawl," Cerebrum said, "you'll
just have to ride it out."
"Isn't there anything you can do?" pleaded the guard.
Cerebrum leaned back in his chair, looking pensive. "Tell you what,"
he said as he reached into one of his desk's drawers and produced a
bottle of whiskey, "This whiskey's yours for the small sum of four
hundred dollarpounds."
Four hundred dollarpounds and one bottle of whiskey quickly changed
hands. After the guard left, Cerebrum turned to the Appendix, "I
stand in a position where I could make a small fortune."
[How, selling your emergency alcohol stores?]
"Partly, but mainly I'm going to set up a still."