Re: Complaining

"Excellent," Cerebrum said, mentally ignoring the mister. Under
normal circumstances, he would have corrected her, prefering to be
called doctor, but since she was the only way he was ever going to
register the complaint, he let it pass.
Cerebrum and Lloyd left the main room and went into an adjacent one.
"Now, what exactly is your complaint?" Lloyd asked.
"Earlier today, three security guards entered the psychiatric offices
and proceded to pummel me, and they didn't even show me a badge or
warrant. And I haven't even commited any things that might be
considered by some people to be of the criminal nature recently."
"Can you describe them?"
"Big, loud and ham-fisted."
"That describes about ninety-five percent of security, could you be a
little more specific?"
"Well, let's see. The leader suffers from stage seven space-psycosis,
with an moderate superiority complex. The second one is only has a
stage six space-psychosis, as well as slight paranoia. He also
suffers from a nervous twitch that is most noticable when he isn't
hurting someone. The third has a serioous case of Jefferson's
Dementia, as well as a maniac-depressive complex. That should narrow
it down, right?"