A collision with destiny (actually Alota, but destiny sounds better)

Who: Cerebrum
Where: Psychiatric offices
When: Unfortunately, my watch wasn't waterproof
The Eniram that Cerebrum had been interviewing left via the hole in
the hallway. Cerebrum had succesfully managed to convince it that
most of it's problems came from obey orders, and so it was going to
leave the military and go into dentistry, since Cerebrum had also
found out that the Eniram liked hurting people.
Cerebrum then blocked up the hole in the wall with duct tape, a
table, two chairs and some superglue. Then he wadedover to the door
and opened it, allowing all the water in the room to drain out. He
then grabbed a jar of his alcohol, and walked out into the corridor,
planning on taking some time off, and to perhaps work on his book
that listed all the new mental illnesses he had discovered ever since
boarding the Blue Dwarf.
Then Alota ran into him, knocking him over. When he got back up, he
found himself staring into sixteen guns, with Alota hiding behind
him. Curiously enough, it was the first thing that worried him more
than the second.
"Now, now," he said, "Don't point those guns at me, they might go
off."
"Surrender or die," the one of them responded.
"You people really must learn to have a more amiable greeting. You'll
never make friends if you keep threatening to kill people."
"Turn over the assassin or die."
"Could we perhaps drop the 'or die' bit, it's really worrying me."
"Now!"
"Okay then," Cerebrum said, his mind was working quite fast, "Hold
this for me," then tossed the bottle of Molotov Delight to the
Eniram. He then leaped backwards, grabbed Alota and dived into his
offices as the Eniram reflexivly fired its gun at the bottle.
Big mistake. The resulting blast took out most of the floor, walls,
ceiling and the entire Eniram squad.
Cerebrum stood up, dusted himself off and looked through what used to
be his office's wall. "To think that I was going to drink that
stuff," he said, then turned to Alota, "Now, who are you?"