Psychiatrically unfit

Who: Cerebrum and the others
Where: The meeting room
When: During the meeting
> He wondered how far he'd gone this time.
Cerebrum, silently fuming, was busy writing on his notepad. "There,"
he announced, "Mr Trisees, I've finished your psychological profile.
You appear to have a superiority complex, coupled with the fact that
your single minded, refuse to listen to others opinions, and have an
inflated opinion of yourself and your importance in the whole scheme
of things. Now, this in itself would be ordinary, but you are also
prone to violent outbursts which, when considered with the others,
means that you definately suffering from a form of psychiatric
illness."
"But-" Trisees started to say.
"So, after analyzing all the facts, I have succesfuly concluded that
you are a menace to society, and should most definately not be
allowed to interact with normal people until you receive treatment.
Now, once we get things under control, I'll schedule some
appointments for you. Let's see, eight one hour appointments and four
two hour ones. Naturally, you'll have to be under restraint or heavy
sedation due to your tendancys towards violence. In the meantime," he
scribbled something into his notebook, pulled it out and handed it to
Trisees, "get a bottle of these from the pharmacy and take three at
breakfast, two at lunch and one at supper. This will keep you under
control until I can properly diagnose you and implement a more
permanent solution."
"But-"
"Of course, should you refuse the appointments and the medication,
well then, I'd be forced to have you declared psychiatrically unfit
to be with the rest of the crew. Which you require me to seperate you
from the crew and have you locked in a padded room with no sharp
objects to keep you from harming yourself or others. Of course, I
have your own best interests at heart."
Cerebrum leaned back and listened to the rest of the suggestions. His
motto was, after all, don't get mad, get even.