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Who: The usual
Where: The usual
When: Ditto
> "One of those zappers," said Keto, nodding as he looked
> around, "It could make my day a whole lot easier."
Cerebrum took a spare psych-tazer from his suitcase and walked into
Keto's office, vaugely wondering what he was discussing with Tara. He
then tossed the psych-tazer to Keto, "Here you go. I've got access to
an unlimited supply, so call me if you wear it out. It's got nine
settings; mildly tingle, stun, temporarily paralyze, unconciousness,
coma, slam up against opposite wall, shake and bake; brain melt and
fry like a pork sausage. Use it in good health." As he walked back
out, he also vaugely wondered why a horrified look had appeared on
Tara's face.
"Now, where were we," he said, turning back to his patient, then
noted that the patient was unconcious, "Oh, you're unconcious. That
should make the session much easier," as he produced a notebook and
started writing out a final analysis on the patient.