Was I Suppose to Say, "Just in Time."?

Who:     Barf ChucksomeWhere:  Near the Captain's quartersWhen:   After rocking the pooch to sleep---------------Well, this was the perfect as usual.  Barf was right in the chaos of the mess of the cargo bay, just a room away to where the captain was.  Just as he made his way through, I small, minor (but could turn into major) detail had caught his scent.  Looking down, he saw a weedy man with dirt on his face crying.  Barf said to the man in a nice, calm voice, "Hey there, what's the matter?  And why you putting a serial port with an USB?  Those wires don't go together."    "Don't you think I know that?" asked the weedy man, crying harder.    It now occurred to Barf just what the Captain was like under stress.  Perfect, Barf thought.  "Sorry there," Barf continued, "but shouldn't you have tried to at least find where they go and use the serial port wire for what its needed for, and then use the USB port for what its needed for.  That way they don't have to be forced together.  Something tells me you want to put the USB in that computer to connect with that small computer next to it.  And I think there's a computer there that is in need of a serial port cable."  After Barf was done explaining and pointing to things, the man's tears went away and he seemed more at ease.    "Thanks," said the man, "but who the hell are you?"    "Danger Management," Barf said, as if advertising.  "I try to be there before it happens.  Key word:  try."    Following his scent of Norbin, Barf came to a locked room.  Oh my, Barf thought.  The doctor was probably already in there giving a long speech.    As reading Barf's thoughts, Dent's voice came next to him and said, "He is most definitely monologuing."     "You'd think he'd know better," Barf said.  "How are things on your front?"    "I ended up giving Mk 10 a visor clean and left him be."    "What?"    "Hey you try pissing off a killer robot without an apology.  You still need my help anyway.  Oh, and Dr. Norbin isn't going to be able to touch him."    "Good job."    "But I didn't even-"    "Busy right now, can't you see?"    "Oh, right."    "I just need to open this door."    "I'll go ahead and do that for you.  Oh, by the way, the clones are behind you."    Barf really could have done without that.  "Well," Barf said, "I guess they here for a party."    "You probably don't want me to open the door, right?"    "Right."    "Dent. One last question."    "What is it?"    "Why don't I have a weapon again?"    "Because your better with your two hands, you hate guns, and you like to improvise a lot."    "There are just somethings one hates about himself.-----------------------------(Meanwhile, after Dr. Norbin's monologue)."So you see Captin, I don't need a gun, because I'm smarter than you," Dr. Norbin said.    "Huh?" asked Jed.    "Has your gun ever went against you, Captain?" asked Norbin.    "No."    "Well, I guess the proper way to say this is, 'Stop pointing at yourself.'"    As soon as the doctor finished the sentence, Jed's gun seemed to grow tentacles and wrap around his wrist.  The captain tried to struggle, but the gun was alive and forcing his arm to make the gun point at his head.  "I would move unless told otherwise," said Norbin.  "We wouldn't want you to pull the trigger, now would we?"<I'm still not able to get Jed's voice down, so I'm a bit rusty there.  Sorry.>