When Appendices Attack

Keto groaned quietly, hesitated, then cursed loudly.
"Damn! Still no hangover!*" he said, stamping heavily up one of the
ubiquitous corridors towards the medibay.
He had spent the best part of an hour (not to mention most of his
previous month's pay) in Parrott's, but now he didn't even feel light-
headed.
"Stupid damn ointment-diffusing blood," he muttered as he reached
the medibay door and hauled it open.
Keto was greeted by the sight of Doctor Shakespeare, Nurse Coffey,
Ensign Wildflower and the Big Pink Tree sitting next to the
Quarantine Room around the Monopoly board. As he watched, Keto saw
Shakespeare roll the dice, then speak to the appendix object inside
the quarantined area.
"Old Kent Road. You want it?"
To Keto's shock, the appendix bounced up and down. As Shakespeare
shrugged and moved a card over towards the Quarantine Room window,
Keto opened and closed his mouth silently. Then, closing his eyes,
he turned an abrupt about-face and headed out again before he was
seen.
"I...just...give up!" he murmured, "Perhaps I'll go down and
watch..."
It was then that Keto blinked, and any traces of alcohol that
*might* have been trying to make him drunk vanished.
"The play!" he yelled, realising that by now he should probably
have escaped to the roof with Christine to profess his undying love
for her. Instead, he was watching a bodily organ play Monopoly.
Keto took off down the corridor like a speeding and slightly
worried bullet.
"...what do you mean, I'm not needed?" snapped Keto to Stewie, who
held up a hand defensively.
"I didn't plan this!" McKenzie protested, "But as Alota isn't here,
we can't have her escaping with you onto the roof, do you see my
point?"
"But...but...where *is* she then?" managed Keto, looking
frantically around. He wanted to get this over with so he could go
and bellow at Shakespeare some more. Stewie shrugged.
"I don't know. She should be around here somewhere."
"Should," muttered Keto, glaring around. He was not-hungover, his
medibay had been taken over by the Plantlife and Internal Knick-knack
Association of Creatively Happy Underlings, and now he was late for
his early-morning debut.
"Holly!" snapped Keto at a wall monitor. Holly's face appeared,
somewhat exasperated at having to respond to an irate doctor again.
"What now?" he asked.
"Find Alota and tell her that unless Christine is ready to have my
undying love for all eternity I will hate her for...all...et...just
find her!"
Holly faded from view, sighing. Keto turned back and took a seat
on one of the stage steps.
"This production presumably won't break the Box Office," he mumbled
sourly.
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OOC: For once the bellow changes from "SHAKESPEARE!" to "ALOTA!" :)
And never fear, the appendix playing Monopoly has no effect on the
plans for it...at least I hope not. And I apologise for the fact
that we couldn't find an appendix-shaped gamepiece, despite the fact
that I thought that was a great idea. :)
- Dr Keto, Maker of Blue Dwarves and Ointment Doctor Extraordinare
P.S. Do you have any idea how difficult it is becoming to make up new
combinations of those words?