An explanation of psychiatry to a person in need of it

Who: Cerebrum, Keto and the rest
Where: Medi-bay
> "I will NOT have you using MY medibay as your psychiatric pit!"
> shouted Keto, "As you were so kind to point out in your previous
> communicado, this is a place for trained medical personnel - NOT
> for insane practitioners of arts that if properly applied would
> likely change every crewmember here beyond all recognition! Get
> out! GET OUT!"
Cerebrum looked up from the psych-computer (being used by a
psychiatrist, it was no longer a medi-computer), "Well, Dr Keto, I'm
doing my job. And if you'll note psych-regulation 25, a psychiatrist,
when in lack of a psychiatric office, is allowed to use the medi-bay
until his office is repaired. And if you'll note psych-regulation 26,
25 cannot be overruled by the chief doctor, unless the captain
dresses in woman's clothing with a banana stuck in each ear. But
honestly, what harm could possibly come from my working- STOP THAT
AND SIT DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Cerebrum suddenly yelled at one of his
patients who was currently pulling wires out of the life support
system.
"Sorry about that," he said to Keto, "Now, I am a psychiatrist, it is
therefore my duty to- PUT THAT CHAIR DOWN- help the crew become
normal- PUT AWAY THAT FLAMETHROWER RIGHT NOW. It is my duty to help
people by talking to them, finding there problems, prescribing- NO,
YOU CAN'T KILL THAT MAN- medication, charging them large amounts of
money and setting up a still to supply the ships bars with alcohol.
You don't mind if I set up my still in here, do you?"