I Want The Truth!

Who: Ha-ha! 'Who'! That's a good one! Ha-ha-ha!
Where: Oh stop it, you're killing me here! Ha-ha-ha!
When: (in a deadpan voice) 4:56 pm and 22 seconds
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"Now if I remember correctly the man standing out there is Zodar."
"Yes, Sir."
"And if I also remember correctly, it is your fault that he looks
that way."
"Urm.. yes, Dr. Keto but I was trying to save him from burns."
Keto paused.
"I see..." he replied, extending the 'ee', "And you believed that
taking several years off his life was the natural and professional
way to go about this?"
"I..." began Tara, but Keto didn't let her finish.
"Perhaps," he asked, "You thought that he'd get more fire-resistant
as he grew older, hmm?"
"But..."
"Or maybe you thought that by aging him several years in twenty-
four hours, the burns would miraculously disappear?"
"Do..." tried Tara, trying to say that she hadn't KNOWN that the
ointment would do that to Zodar.
"Or possibly," said Keto slowly, as if this was an idea that had
just occurred to him, "Just possibly, it's because you stole one of
my ointments that I had concocted at great expense in both time and
money to myself, that I had carefully charted the effects of and
deemed it only usable in an emergency situation, not for normal
treatment of any kind, in any way, ever, perhaps you stole such an
ointment of mine and attempted to apply it to our young crewmember,
believing yourself to be at least partially competant as a nurse.
Now, is that what happened?"
Tara paused.
"Because," said Keto, leaning back in his chair and raising an
eyebrow, "If that IS what happened, and despite the fact that there
were cameras upon you 24 hours a day there is still a possibility
that I may not have seen it...if that WERE the case, then it would
make me...cross."
Something about the way that Keto said 'cross' made Tara slightly
more nervous than if he had said 'liable to get a scalpel and hack
off several of your limbs with it'.
"On the other hand," continued Keto, "If I were to KNOW that this
WERE the case, and if you were then to LIE to me about it, that would
make me even MORE...cross.
"So, Miss Cleavage," he finished, leaning forwards again, "Why
don't you tell me EXACTLY why one of our crew is somewhat
chronologically advanced, hmm?"
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OOC: Good luck Tara. ;)