This calls for a Celebration

Who: Cerebrum, Appendix
Where: Psychiatric Offices
When: This week, I think
"...I assure you, this is how it goes," Cerebrum told the appendix,
while attempting to set up his stravon double powered helix ray
emitter.
[That's not what the manual says.]
"What could possible go wrong with putting wire seventy-six C right
here?"
[Well, instead of adjusting the beam so that it will diagnose mental
illnesses classed level forty-two, it will adjust the beam to turn
the patient into a small pile of ash. On the plus side, however, the
patient will most definately not be insane, and also be rather quiet.]
"Okay, okay. I got it; whoops, I hope that wasn't anything important."
Two hours later
Cerebrum closed the final panel, and looked at his creation. It
looked vaugely like a ray gun. He hoped none of his patients would
panic when he pointed it at them.
"Excellent," he said, "it is finished."
[Are you sure this is going to work?]
"Of course not. That's why I need a patient to test it on."
[Isn't that unethical?]
"Not if I don't tell the patient."
[Isn't that also unethical?]
"Define ethics. Anyway, this calls for a celebration. I understand
that there's a new restaurant opening up on the promenade. I'll make
a reservation."
He grabbed his phone and called up Le Regal de McKenzies on the
internal communications network.
"Hello? May I help you?" came the voice on the other end.
"So, how long have you had this desire to help people?" said
Cerebrum, instantly snapping into psychiatrist mode.
"Pardon?"
"You seem to be avoiding my questions. Do you have problems giving
out information to other people?"
"Who are you?"
"You did it again. I'm Dr Patrick Cerebrum, Chief psychiatrist."
"Why are you calling me."
"You have this odd fascination with asking questions, don't you?"
"What?"
"Anyway, I'd like a reservation."
"Oh, a reservation. Let me check the calender," a minute
later, "Well, we appear to have slots open today, tommorow, the rest
of the week, next week and the week after that. In fact, we're
completely open."
"Excellent, I'll be there in eight minutes."
He hung up the phone and stood up. "Appendix, mind the department
while I'm gone and don't let anyone touch the machine until I'm back,
they might get a nasty shock of about two hundred thousand volts and
five thousand amperes," then left through the door, there being no
windows for him to exit by.
Eight minutes later Cerebrum walked into Le Regal de McKenzies.