A Unlucky Percentage

Who: Dr. Norbin, Dr. Keto, Shakespeare, and Captain Calvert
When: As soon as the two extras came.
Where: Captains quarters
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<Snip>
"ONE evil doctor and ONE irritating moron," corrected Keto again,
grinding his teeth, "Either way, you're practicing medicine...or, at
least, medical torture...aboard the ship where I'm Chief Medical
Officer. So, answer me this..."
He leaned in towards Norbin.
"...what's my percentage?" he murmured.
<End Snip>
Doctor Norbin, in response to Keto's question, answered, "Well, it's
obvious your percentage is a hundred and ten percent moron."
"Excuse me?" asked Keto being insulted.
"Well, he canst not even knowest what I sayest," said Shakespeare.
"What did you say?" asked Keto.
"'Tis a shame not a soul beith appreciative to the language of
olde," said Norbin in agreement to Shakespeare. "I wish I could talk
more like you Shakespeare, but my preconditioning is inescapable. Nice
to know there's at least two great minds in this room."
"That idiot?" asked Keto.
"You know 'Doctor', you seem to only limit yourself to medicine and
kidnapping through time. But you may have failed to notice that
everything on this ship is made up of many living machines."
Just then, metallic tentacles came out of the ground and wrapped
around Keto and Shakespeare, leaving them unable to attack. "I must
apologize for the inconvenience, it's most unforgivable," said Norbin.
"Indeed it is," complained Keto.
"I wasn't talking to you, moron," Norbin said. "I was talking to a
master playwright."
"Damn, this ain't somethin' I can handle much longer," said Captain
Calvert.
"Oh, thank you for reminding me, Captain," Norbin said as he looked
toward Jed. "I wanted to tell you that I am now taking over Blue Dwarf.
You might be happy to know that the lawyers will not take this to the
dumps, after all. See, lawyers are the biggest fools because they limit
themselves to the law, which is equally foolish. So, even though I sent
them, they'll be destroyed. Then, we shall all go on a little trip to
the Mining Planet every half wit minor, Barf, and I were stationed at.
There is much work to be done, so just stand there a pee yourself
because there are no bathroom breaks for you."
It was at that point that Norbin pressed a few buttons. "There,"
Norbin said. "No more lawyers. It seems it shall take a bit longer
before we head off on whatever hyper drive this thing has. Some fool
decided to make the weapons available for a two year old to use, but
made it super complicated to go light speed. My compliments."
"Well, I'm going to be assisting in that complication, Doctor," a
voice said through the computer. It was Dent.
"You never cease to amaze me Dent," Norbin said. "Your efforts will
be useless eventually."
"I only need to stall you long enough for Barf to get to you."
"Why can't he just die?" Norbin rhetorically asked as he continued
to pressing buttons here and there. "No worry, though. He still needs
to get through my clones."
<My compliments to the writers of Dr. Keto and Shakespeare. I like an
elastic plot.>