I certainly hope

Who: Cerebrum, his two flunkies
Where: In a hallway
"Well," said Cerebrum to his flunkies as he put away his
cellphone, "I certainly hope that he'll keep his appointment, unlike
anybody else on this ship. Now, before I forget again, what are your
names?"
"I'm Smith," said one, "just Smith, and he's Smith, just Smith."
"You're both named Smith?" Cerebrum asked.
"All of the flunkies that you can order from the Psychiatric Monthly
are named Smith. It saves time and trouble."
The Psychiatric Monthly. You could order just about anything from it.
Couches, desks, notebooks, pencils, lasers, illegal military mind
warfare devices, flunkies and high explosives.
"Since securitys fallen back past our position, I do believe that it
would be prudent to move my office to a higher deck," Cerebrum said.
"Good idea, Dr Cerebrum sir," said Smith-1.
"I agree, Dr Cerebrum sir," said Smith-2.
Smith and Smith picked up the couch, and followed Cerebrum through
the hallway. Along the way, they heard a very famaliar
saying. "Surrender or die!"
"Is there no end to these people!?" said an exasperated Cerebrum, "I
don't have time to psych-analyze you. Smith and Smith, would you mind
taking care of these guys for me?"
"Would we mind?" Smith-1 and 2 said, "This is what we live for!" then
they produced very big guns out of their suits and started blasting
away at the Eniram.
Cerebrum dove for cover.
Two minutes and fifteen thousand shots later
The Eniram squad had been converted into their component atoms. "It's
all clear, sir!" Smith-1 said.
Cerebrum stood up, dusted himself off and said, "Splendid job. Good
show. Now, grab the couch and let's get going."