Welcome Aboard?

Doctor Keto wiped the grease from his forehead and over his
coveralls. They blackness increased ever further, and he picked up
the wrench beside him, before attacking a small cog that was holding
the tracks to the fridge. There was a whirring and he pressed a
button on a pad next to him to watch the Ointmentator slowly move
backward before sparks erupted from the tracks and it stopped.
"Why won't it move?" he asked himself out of frustration. "I
wonder if the frdige is too heavy for the tracks I liberated from the
child's remote control tank?"
There was an imperceptible creaking noise followed by a a loud
crash as the fridge crushed the engines and tracks below it. Circuit
boards and small pieces of metal spewed out from below the fridge as
it landed on the medibay floor.
"I guess the answer to that query is yes," he told himself calmy.
He looked at the circuit boards covering the floor in green and
slwoly picked them up one by one till he held a large bundle of
ciruitry in his arms. Then, standing up, he glanced around the bay
for a place to dump them all and try to work out how he'd get the
ointmentator moving.
From behind him, he could hear a swishing noise as the medibay
doors opened and footsteps as the crewmember entered the room.
"I'm sorry," explained Keto, his back to the door. "Important
medical research is taking place, I can't treat anything less serious
than a death for the next five weeks."
There was silence, followed by a reply from the unidentified person.
"Good morrow, Charles," it said.
Once again, the circuit boards found themselves spread over the
floor and Keto turned apprehensiveley on his feet to see old friend
Doctor Shakespeare standing by the entrance of his precious medical
bay.
"Lawrence?" he asked, hoping he was having a nightmare.
"Pray, what manner of mechanical demon do thou knoweth this by?"
Shakespeare asked, dropping his black bag and rushing over to the
Ointmentator. He prodded it with a rubber glove covered ahnd before
Keto pulled him away.
"The Ointmentator," he said dismissively. "Lawrence, what are you
doing here?"
"Ah, but my tale is one of blight woe and dastardly deeds, and much
to timeth consumationing to tell," said Shakespeare sadly.
"He was demoted," explained Holly.
"Alas, the moving picture speakth now't but thee truth. My ageth
crew could not be tempted upon my ill timely discovereth of demonic
possesion. For, thy spirits were influencedeth by the demon hisself
and I wa'st merely dropped outsid'st rank."
Keto stared at Shakespeare, puzzled and slowly remebering the fun
he'd had as a student trying to work out what Shakespeare was talking
about.
"Holly?" asked Keto after a few minutes.
"He tried to decapitate the captain. They shipped him out and over
here. Lets face it this ship's crew can't get much worse."
Keto nodded in agreement.
"Tho would'st forsaketh thy talent and they agreeth to send me
here," He smiled and hugged Keto, who was unprepared for it and
almost fell over into his ointment. Releasing Keto, Shakespeare
smiled widely again.
"For we shall be brethren once more, curing all that needeth
curing," he said.
"Oh joy," said Keto in a monotone wishing he, no, Shakespeare were
somewhere else in the space time continuum.