Oops, what a mess!

"Certainly sir." Dan commented and he started to pour a beer from
the tap and slipped in a few highly toxic pills while he was at it.
"Your drink sir." Dan said as he put the beer before Dirk and he
throught to himself, that money's mine!
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The beer had a little more head to it than Dirk usually liked. What the hell!
It's been a while since he had a drink. This was going to be good. He lifted
the glass up to his lips.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Cerebrum. I'm the ships new psychiatrist." a man sitting at
the bar said while holding his had out to Dirk.
He had been taught to be friendly to folks, before they pissed you off that is;
so Dirk put down his beer, to the utter dissapointment of Dan, and shook the
man's hand. "Dirk Bell. Scientist." He reached for his beer and brought it up
to take a drink.
"Scientist, eh? Maybe you could help me with a problem in the psychiatric
ward."
His glass hovered inches from his mouth. Dan was mumbling under his breath.
"Really. Now what kind of problem would that be for a psychiatrist to need a
real scientist."
"I've had a little trouble obtaining some very important equipment that I need
to continue making mone...erm.... to continue my studies. I was wondering, if
you're familiar with electronics, if you might assist me on making the
modifications."
"Why the hell not! I've got nothing better to do anyway. We'll get started
after this beer, okay." The thirst had really gotten to Dirk, he was going to
take a big swill of this beer and enjoy every last drop of it in his mouth and
on it's way down his throat. Dan was leaning forward, eyes bulging out of his
head, and smile steadily getting wider as the poisoned brew came ever closer to
Dirk's lips.
"A toast!" Cerebrum shouted holding up his glass. "To our partnership in the
quest for expanding human knowledge." Dan almost let loose a flurry of curse
words as Dirk held his glass up to Cerebrum's for the toast.
"Yeah, what you said," Dirk replied. Cerebrum tapped his glass to Dirk's.
Unfortunately for Dan, the toxic chemical he had placed in the glass had
actually eaten away at it, making it weaker. When the two glasses made contact,
half of Dirk's shattered, spilling the beer onto the bar. At contact it made a
loud hiss while small clouds of steam lifted from the surface.
Dan was also too close to the accident. A few drops made their way to his face,
just on the bridge of his nose. His hands cupped his face immediatley as he
fell to the floor, crying in pain.
"I've heard of beer going bad before, but this is ridiculous." Dirk looked at
Dan, squirming, on the ground. "I hope you don't expect me to pay for that."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRR@" was the only reply Dan gave in his agony.
"We'll I should hope not." Turning to Cerebrum, "Well, if you're ready, let's
go and fix your brain probing equipment."
(Cerebrum, Harris, continue)
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