Making plans

Who: Cerebrum, Appendix, Smith and Smith
Where: Ex-meeting room, new psych-office
When: After Cerebrum returned
After explaining to the captain why the old meeting room had become
the new psych-office, Cerebrum had gotten back to work, interviewing
crewmembers, prescribing electroshock therapy, building a giant meson
cannon for use in psychiatric treatment and gathering information on
various members of the crew using the Appendix's telepathic
abilities. Slowly, but surely, Cerebrum was converting the Appendix
into a true psychiatrist, or at least Cerebrum's vision of a true
psychiatrist.
"Smith, pass me the wrench, will you?"
"Yes boss," they both replied, and both passed him a wrench.
"Thanks," Cerebrum said, then turned back to the huge apparatus that
was bolted to the ceiling.
[Are you sure this is moral?] the Appendix asked for the fifth time.
"Of course it's moral. If a man walks around talking about something,
there's nothing wrong with someone overhearing it and using that
information to their advantage. It's the same here, if they don't
want other people to find out about the stuff they're doing, they
shouldn't be thinking about it."
[I think there's a flaw there.]
"You're not paid to think, you're paid to be a member of my
psychiatric staff."
[I'm not paid at all.]
"File a complaint with the captain. I haven't the budget to pay me.
Now, tell me what Dr Keto's thinking."
[He's blackmailing various members of the crew because-]
"Excellent," Cerebrum said, "with that information I'll be able to
blackmail him. Now this is how you use psychiatry."
[Don't you want to know why?]
"No. As a matter of fact, I don't. I pride myself on being highly
moral and most certainly would not want to know something that
somebody does not want me to know for personnel reasons."
[But you've been having me read all those people's minds and tell you
all that information-]
"That's different. I should now, I have doctorates in psychiatry and
psychology while you are a giant appendix. I know about morality.
Now, let me test my new device."
Cerebrum pointed the cannon at the door, and set it to 'induce
unconciousness,' then pulled the great big lever.
The resultant beam that fired out of the cannon knocked the door off
and smashed it through the wall on the other side of the hallway.
"Hmm," Cerebrum said, "Still needs a bit of adjustment."