Shakespeare and Physics

As Keto listened to the strings of medieval curses, he considered
coughing, but then thought better of it.
"I think it needs a little tweaking," he admitted.
"A bit? My foot killeth me," said Shakespeare, annoyed. He rubbed
his toe and looked at the steel monstrosity they had created. He
couldn't help feel that something was missing from its ample frame.
He stared at it a little longer trying to visualise what could improve
it.
Keto picked up some Ointment 855493 (A glass of water,) and cured
his thirst.
"Ah, now Lawrence, to return to my quarters and take a bath. I need
to get this grease, oil and rubbish off me. I can trust you'll keep
the Ointmentator II under wraps and safe?" he asked, walking to the
entrance of the medibay.
"Ah yes, Charles, you may rely solely upon me," confirmed
Shakespeare. He continued to stare at their robot. Wondering what it
was that was lacking. Keto left the medibay and the doors swished
closed, leaving shakespeare alone with Mercutio. He tapped his head
and glanced at the picture on the wall of Keto's office.
It was of a Lake.
"GADZOOKS!" he exclaimed. "That's it!" he hurried over to the
remote control and scooped it up in his hands. Then he walked over to
the medical bed and snatched a sheet from it's top. He draped it over
Mercutio and walked apprehensively towards the door.
"The coast is clear," he murmurred and began piloting Mercutio
towards the door. It zigged and zagged, but generally moved how he
wanted. Then, checking no one was in the corridor, he left the
medibay. The doors closed behind him.
----
From the safety of the furthest away medical bed, something watched
the doctor leave the room, it had been watching them both make the
weird contraption. It didn't know what the second doctor was about to
do, but it was curious. It wanted to follow him. It wanted to see.
It moved out from its hiding place and began tailing.
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Shakespeare clumsily navigated Mercutio (Or a big sheet to everyone
he had passed) along the corridors until he reached engineering.
Various ensign's and red shirts looked up as he entered with the big
white sheet.
"Good day fellow crewmen, would anyone be able to tell me where
Chief Engineer Smegg is? I need to ask a favour of him."
One of the ensigns pointed over to a man standing in the room by a
bulletin board.
Shakespeare began to move the Ointmentator II over to Smegg.
"Chief," called Shakespeare, whilst moving the bot back and forth
across the engineering deck. It swerved a couple of times and stopped
just short of cruching Smegg against the wall. He stared at the
sheet, a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, you are?" he asked, looking at the face of what looked like a
15th century bard.
"I'm the ships latest addition to the crew, Doctor William
Shakespeare," informed Shakespeare. Smegg looked at him, an almost
confused expression on his face.
"What is it you want Doctor?" he asked, "I am rather busy."
"Do thou know where I could find some spray paint, some wood, a tube
of superglue and a stick of high denisty uranium?"
Smegg looked at him. The first three he could handle. Spray paint,
glue and wood were not difficult to come by. Uranium however? He
looked at Shakespeare.
(ooc - over to you Engineer Smegg)