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Who: Cererum, Appendix
Where: Psychiatric offices
[Phil's coming.] the Appendix told Cerebrum as he exited the backroom
with his latest mixture.
"So what? Is he coming for a psychological review?" said Cerebrum.
[No, he's coming to show you the alcohol he brewed.]
"How do you know that?" Cerebrum asked.
[I'm telepathic, remember, I read his mind.]
"Anyway, what's it matter that he's going show me his drink?"
[Apparently it's the most alcoholic substance ever created. It can
make you comatosaly drunk just by looking at it.]
"Ah, I see, or rather, I don't want to. Only one solution," Cerebrum
said as he grabbed something off the wall.
Later, when Phill stagered in through the door, Cerebrum was seated
at his desk, holding up a mirror in front of his face. Phil saw the
reflection of the alcohol, then turned and staggered out.