A meeting with Edwards

Cerebrum had stopped working on his new psychiatric device for the
moment, and was interviewing another patient when Tom, Dick and Harry
came in through what remained of the door.
"Please wait in line outside," Cerebrum said, without looking up.
"We've already gone through it," Tom said.
Cerebrum stood up, and look through the door. There was a large pile
of unconcious madmen.
"Well then, form an orderly line. Wait a minute, I know you three,
you're the bozos who tried to confiscate my electroshock machine a
month or two ago."
"We don't remember that."
"It went off. It happened sometime during the two week gap in your
memory. Now, what do you want?"
"Edwards wants to talk with you," Tom said, relieved that the
conversation was back on track.
"And supposing I don't want to talk with Edwards?"
"Then," Dick said, "We break your arms and legs until you want to
speak with her."
Smith and Smith weren't ones to take threats to the person who paid
them lightly. They stepped up to Dick, and with a quick karate chop
here, and a knee raised into a groin, Dick was curled up on the
ground, writhing in pain.
"Smiths, stop," Cerebrum said, "I do believe that it is time for me
to reconcile my differences with the division on board this vessel
devoted to protection of the various inhabitants of the vessel."
"Huh?" Tom said.
"I'll go talk with Edwards," Cerebrum said, "Smiths, if you don't
receive word from me in two hours, start hitting people until you do."
Cerebrum then turned to Tom and Harry, as Dick struggled to his
feet, "Well, gentlemen, let us be off," he said, as he slipped a
psych-tazer into his back pocket.
Later, at security office
Cerebrum pulled up a chair, and took out his notebook and
pencil, "Now, you wanted talk with me Edwards? What about? I'm a busy
man so make it quick, or I'll give you a negative report on your
psych-profile."