Pointy Arguments

Who: Cerebrum, Keto
Where: Promenade
When: After the clones were released
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<<SNIP>>
> "Since when do you care about your patients?"
> "He was insured! If he died, then his relatives
> got the insurance money, instead of me!"
<<END SNIP>>
"Good point...but look, I meant BESIDES all of that! Anything more
unusual than the usually unusual?"
"Not as far as I'm aware," shrugged Keto, "Let me just check my
files."
He pulled a small handheld computer from the inside of his jacket.
Cerebrum looked at it.
"That looks technical. What is it?"
"It's a handheld remote link to the medibay computer systems,"
replied Keto, tapping a few keys, "For the blackmailer on the go."
"Nice. Can I have it?"
"I've only got the one."
"I didn't say could I have ONE."
"That's odd," frowned Keto, staring at the screen, "Somebody's
locked me out of the system."
"Isn't it your system?"
"I said it was odd," growled Keto, "Now, I can put up with people
not accidentally hurting themselves and paying their insurance, thus
making me rich...but people messing with MY medibay? This means war."
"So in answer to my question - yes, something unusual has been
going on lately, then?" pressed Cerebrum, raising an
eyebrow, "Something like that?"
He pointed over Keto's shoulder, who turned to look out of the shop
and onto the promenade.
A horde of Jack FeBuggre's were running amok, smashing windows,
looting, and chasing screaming crewmembers. Scattered among the
rampaging army were a few strange-looking creatures...some with fur,
some with wings, some with tails...and all with Jay Chrysler's
features.
"My God," breathed Keto, "They're hideous."
Just then there was a clacking of claws, and a scorpion Chrysler
poked its head around the doorframe and growled, glaring at the two
of them.
"Do you have any weapons on you?" hissed Keto.
"Please. I'm an elite member of a top-security, highly-classified
secret agency," sniffed Cerebrum, reaching inside his jacket.
There was a long pause as the clone hissed and stepped forwards
slowly.
"WELL!?" squeaked Keto.
"I, uh, think I dropped it in the air vent," muttered Cerebrum
quietly.
The clone let out an animalistic bellow, and leapt forwards. Keto
yelped and ducked, instinctively raising his hands above his head in
protection. The handheld computer assistant smacked the clone around
the head, stunning it momentarily, and it hit the ground with a lurch.
There was a loud smash, then a muffled thud, and the clone fell to
the floor. Keto opened his eyes and looked up to see Cerebrum
standing over it with an empty broken bottle.
"You owe me for one (1) life, redeemable for all your worldly
possessions," announced Cerebrum smugly.
"Isn't that one of my ointment bottles?"
"Okay, so $£100 would do."
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OOC: Tag Ben. ;)