Oh I Love Meson Cannons

Who: Cerebrum, Keto, Appendix, Unconscious Goons
Where: Y'know, I tend to agree with Cerebrum on this one, shocking as
that may be... ;)
When: Look, when was the last time anyone actually wrote anything
meaningful on the When line? August 4th, 16:17, alright? There!
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"Ah, that explains it. Five exclamation points, sure sign of a
deranged mind."
"Then this," said Keto, as they both ducked another burst from the
meson cannon which fried the top surface of Cerebrum's desk, "Is most
definitely YOUR problem!"
"Only until it shoots someone," pointed out Cerebrum. Keto paused.
"Fair point," he admitted, and reached inside his laboratory
jacket. Cerebrum must have heard the muttered curse that followed.
"What is it?"
"I'm out of ointment," growled Keto, "And before you say anything
YES, it is possible for me of all people to run out of ointment. You
run out of sanity, is that so different?"
"Did you have a reason for coming here?" asked Cerebrum,
unconsciously moving a little to the left as another blast whizzed
past his ear, "Or was it just part of some deep inner compulsion that
drives you towards suicide?"
"I was ACTUALLY," said Keto, raising his voice above the whining
charge of the cannon, "Going to speak to you about a business
proposition!"
"OH REALLY?" asked Cerebrum, also having to raise his voice as the
whining of the charge was joined with the whirring of it moving, "AND
WHAT WAS THAT?"
"I WAS WONDERING IF CERTAIN INFORMATION KNOWN TO BOTH SIDES MIGHT
BE PROFITABLE!" bellowed Keto.
There was suddenly an ear-shattering silence.
...
"What's happened?" asked Keto, not daring to look over the top of
the desk.
"It must have turned off," said Cerebrum, looking
thoughtful, "Although I don't know how. The power source should have
lasted for a while longer yet..."
Keto risked a quick glance, then ducked back down, frowning.
"Odd," he said, "It's not pointing directly at us any more..."
"Then where is it pointing?" asked Cerebrum, turning to look
vaguely towards the direction of Keto's voice. The doctor shrugged,
ineffective as it was.
"Apparently towards the bottom of that wall there," he said,
pointing. Then he realised that pointing too was ineffective, and
said, "That one, the one nearest us."
The two of them looked up at the wall. Now, the meeting room had
always had quite a high ceiling. And also quite thick walls.
Obviously if the high-ups on any JMC vessel were in a meeting room
during a crisis, they didn't want the crisis to break inside.
"Made these walls thick, didn't they," observed Keto levelly.
"Yes..." said Cerebrum, "...there must be a lot of mass in them..."
"Several tons, I'd say."
"Exactly."
"There's no way it could..."
"Oh yes it could."
"It could?"
"It could."
There was a further few seconds of silence.
"Cerebrum?" said Keto, as the whining of the meson cannon charging
started to build up again.
"Yes?"
"Reckon we should move?"
"It might be an idea."
The whining reached a pitch almost inaudible to human ears.
Instantly, by some almost-unspoken agreement, Cerebrum and Keto dived
sideways and out of the door.
Behind them there was an ear-shattering boom, and metallic dust
enveloped them, flying out of the new psych office as the thick wall
collapsed, producing enough rubble to nearly completely fill it.
Cerebrum stood up, and was only partly surprised to see what looked
like dust in the form of a rather irritated Keto stand up as well.
The dust-Keto coughed.
"Well, at least everybody got out safely," he said.
There was a pause.
[Oh thank you so very very much.]
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OOC: I'm sure everything in there is still salvagable.
Probably. :) Now you'll need to find a new new psych office,
hehehe. ;) And how about that blackmail deal?