What is the Odd One Out: Trisees, Tricycle, Triangular?

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Whom: Coffeym, Whitewolfm, Triseesm.
Wherem: Medibaym.
Whenm: Nom Morem Thanm Am Briefm Secondm Afterm Whitewolfm Returnsm.
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Hazel Coffey looked over at the acting captain who was currently
lying on the ground and panting heavily.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked.
"Never better," mumbled Whitewolf almost incoherently. He got to
his feet and brushed down some of his fur, wiping away dirt, dust and
elephant related particles. He glanced over to see the elephant
tearing along the corridor and bashing various people out of the
way.
"Watch out, extinct species on the run!" he called out, and then
grimacing as a multitude of people were sent crashing against various
walls.
"That's not going to be good for morale," he muttered.
"Are you sure you're okay, sir?" asked Coffey, on hand with a
selection of medical treats.
"Ooh, ice cream," said Whitewolf taking out a Mars Compacked
(registered) from the box.
Whitewolf then noticed Shakespeare seated on a medibed half covered
in dark with a plethora of ropes making sure that he wouldn't move
anywhere.
"This isn't what I think it is, is it?" asked Whitewolf, looking
warily at the ropes.
"No sir, we've just got a little problem with Doctor Shakespeare."
"Which is?"
"He seems to have recovered."
Whitewolf was silent, unsure as to someone recovering could cause a
problem.
"Please explain, I think the elephant hit all the sense out of my
head."
"Shakespeare no longer thinks he's Shakespeare. In fact he's very
adamant that he is Larry Trisees. Only, the Larry Trisees I assume
existed before the William Shakespeare that has done for the last
twelve years," said Coffey.
"We've lost our Chief Surgeon?"
"And gained a brilliant Scientist. Larry's records, apart from
stating that he's deceased, show his intelligence levels to be
astoudningly high and he was one of the JIB (Jupiter Intelligence
Beaurea's) highest level employees."
"What was he working on?" asked Whitewolf.
"I was working on mental acuities, Rodent," said Trisees, annoyed
that once again he was beign talked about in the third person whilst
present in the room. "Something far too advanced for a primitive
mind such as yours."
"Remember sir, he doesn't know the chain of command or anything
that's happened over the last twelve years. He's also quite peeved,
so go easy on him," whispered Coffey in Whitewolf's ear.
"He makes another insult about my physical state, and I'll throw
him in the brig," glowered Whitewolf.
"Mr Trisees, I'll let you onto a little secret, this 'primitive
mind' is the Ship's acting Captain and has the power to through you
into the brig indefinitely. Do I make myself clear."
Trisees said nothing and stared at Whitewolf, nonplussed.
"Now, Mr Trisees," continued Whitewolf. "What kind of research
does this mental acuity involve?"
"Classified," replied Trisees.
"Unclassify it," said Whitewolf.
"I was building a machine to unlock the full potential of human
minds," sighed Trisees. "Satisfied?"
"Why? Who would authorise such a thing?"
"And you call yourself an officer," scoffed Trisees. "Who do you
think?"
"The Jupiter Military?"
"Well done, for a second there I didn't think you'd get it."
"But the fact remains..." began Whitewolf. Their discussion was
interuppted by a loud voice over the main speaker.
"This is Captain Niples, back from leave, would Commander Whitewolf
please come to my ready room," it said.
"The Captain is back?" asked Coffey.
Whitewolf wiped his brow and looked at Trisees once more, who was
again trying to remove himself from the ropes.
"Coffey, I want you to keep Trisees here until we work out some
kind of course of action. He could be a danger due to his small
temper and apparent disgust of the ship. Don't let anyone near him
unless it's you, obviously, or Keto, should he be relaeased from Big
Brother."
"Yes sir," nodded Coffey.
"I'll go see the captain and I'll tell him about this and all the
other avenues of action we've had."
Whitewolf walked over to the damaged medibay doors and looked at
the gaping hole.
"And I'll try and sort out some kind of security crew to keep guard
too," he said hurrying from the medibay. Coffey watched the hamster
scurry away and then diverted her attention back to Trisees.
"You could be here for a while, Larry," she said.
"Yippee," mocked Trisees.
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