Live by the sword... blah blah blah

"Besides, regulations support me on this. Directive 482732145-C. And I quote, 'A
sub-division of the medical department, in the absence of the Chief Medical
Officer, may requisition any equipment from the medi-bay without filling out a
form. This directive may only be used in an emergency.' Now, by my calculations,
ninety-nine percent of the crew on this vessel are insane and the psychiatric
deparment has no equipment to treat them with. That's an emergency in my book.
Some of these insane people are in security, and therefore normal for their
jobs, but all the others aren't. Now just put all the equipment and the computer
back and we can put an end to this unfortunate incident, okay?"
"Regs state 'request' not steal!" Lloyd replied. "And who are you to consider
the mental state of this ship's crew an emergency?!"
"Yeah!" Another security officer added. "How long have you been aboard, not
long is it. Not really enough time to understand how things work on this ship!"
Lloyd crossed her arms tight and glared at Cerebrum, ever tempted to go into a
reg slinging match. "If what you said was true and everyone was on the lines of
Nutter Norris then the ship would have been destoryed long ago!"
"Who's Nutter Norris?" Cerebrum enquired.
"Every shrinks worse nightmare!" Another security officer commented. "So
insane he makes the ten most insane people aboard this ship look sane! He's not
allowed out of his quatures with a straight-jacket, fully doped up and under a
fully armed guard! Rumour is that he ate this last captain and commander. Plus
has anyone seen his quatures, he has dozens of soft stuffed toy animals hanging
from the ceiling that have been gutted. He's only allow out on the most dire of
occaisons."
"The crew's mental state doesn't cause the their performance to suffer!" Lloyd
continued. "You want equipment, talk to the engineering department, maybe
they'll make it for you."
"What happened to old stuff the psychiatric deparment had, you know, the stuff
that shrink Prue Shimmings, or what every her name was, used." Donover
commented.
"She was a nice lass her." A security officer commented starting to daydream.
"Alright guys, move out." Lloyd ordered. Then she turned back to Cerebrum and
said. "Find another way. One that doesn't involve stealing or taking money
from other department with their head's consent!"