Weakening Is For The Weak

OOC: Considering the word was mediterranean and I did it in order to
appear witty, clever and not a little bit insane, I think we can
safely let it pass. ;)
IC:
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Who: Keto, All These Other 'Things' In My Medibay
When: Just as Zodar walks in
Where: I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer
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"You don't mind if I set up my still in here, do you?" asked Cerebrum.
Keto, the insults already halfway through his larynx, was forced to
cough to clear them before they left his mouth.
"Nonotatall," he said hurriedly, the smart part of his brain for
once overruling the snide part, "Of course, since you'll be using my
area, we may have to work out some form of compensation in lucrative
form..."
Before such paltry discussions could proceed any further, however,
they were interrupted by Zodar, or an older guy who somehow resembled
Zodar, walked in.
"Who..." began Keto.
Before these even MORE paltry discussions could proceed, they were
interrupted again by the arrival of more Eniram.
"Wh...RIGHT! THAT'S IT!" screamed Keto, flinging his hands up in
the air. The Eniram blinked, and like everybody else turned to look
at Keto.
"I DON'T CARE IF THERE IS AN INVASION!" yelled Keto, "THAT IS NO
EXCUSE FOR CLUTTERING UP MY MEDIBAY! Now, if you'd all like to form
an orderly queue, I will deal with you ONE at a TIME!"
So saying, he stepped backwards, slammed the door of his office,
and slowly curled up in his chair.
"With any luck, perhaps they'll kill each other..." he moaned.
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OOC: Sorry, I can't think of what to do, so I'm using an old trick
called passing the buck. ;)

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