Oops, pressed the wrong thingy

Who: Cerebrum and the others
Where: On the JMC Blue Dwarf
When: Now
> "In the mean time try to stay alive..weve already lost Keto
> and.....Alota.."
Cerebrum, slightly annoyed at having been interupted while diagnosing
Holly, was busy figuring out how to use the Eniram laser rifle he had
taken from the Eniram he had hypnotized earlier.
"Are you sure you don't want to give that to someone else?" Jay asked
as Cerebrum managed to stick an Eniram power pack into it.
"Positive," Cerebrum said, figuring out how to switch off the safety.
"It's just that you aren't trained with guns-"
"I happen to be a highly trained psychiatrist," Cerebrum snapped as
he whirled around to face Jay, "that means I am incredibly smart, and
surely capable of figuring out how to fire a simple laser rifle," he
said, waving the laser rifle around, "And, for your information, I've
already figured out how to utilize it properly."
There was a sharp crack, a hiss and the smell of ozone. Cerebrum
looked down at the laser rifle. The beam had neatly parted Jay's
hair. Five centimeters lower, and Jay would have never needed to
worry about what hat to wear ever again.
"Oops," Cerebrum said, "Pressed the wrong thingy. Won't happen again."