It's here!

Who: Cerebrum, Appendix
Where: Psychiatric Offices
When: Today
Cerebrum had just sent another one of the insane people who made up
the crew on his way, when a delivery man walked into the room,
pushing several hovercrates. In the grand old tradition of
deliveries, the arrow marked 'this way up' was pointing towards the
floor.
"You Dr Cerebrum?" the delivery man, in a way that was concise, but
to the point.
"Yes, that would be me," said Cerebrum, "Unless you're a debt
collector, federal agent investigating stolen military technology,
internal revenue agent or insurance salesman. If you're from my
lawyer, tell him I'll have the money for him by next month."
"I'm a delivery man, you ordered some stuff from Psychiatric
Equipment Interstellar. I'm here to deliver it."
"It's here? Splendid!" Cerebrum said. This was most excellent news,
now he would be able to zap people for fun and profit.
"Just one last simple thing to do, you have to sign for it," he said,
producing a sheet of paper.
"Where?"
"Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. Then
initial here, here, here and here and check these seven boxes right
here, and don't forget to put the confirmation here, right below
subclause seven. I'll tell you the rest after you finish this."
"This is simple, what would complicated be like?"
"You don't want to know."
Fifteen minutes later
"That's it?" Cerebrum said, his pen had run out of ink.
"Yup, the equipment's yours," said the delivery man, then he left.
Cerebrum started opening crates and setting up the various electro-
shock devices and other high tech thingamajigs.