he wants me to help him(cue manic laughter)

"What was that?" asked Phil, leaning forwards.  "I said if you help me I'll consider reducing Cleavage's shifts," muttered Keto sullenly, "Now are you going to or not!?"
 
"YOU WILL NOT DO THAT!!!!"
 
"Pardon?" said a surprised Phil
 
"Sorry - my hearing playing up - Did you say "Shifts"?"
 
"Yeeees, why?"
 
"No reason, just my over active imagination. So now to you problem. I'll "SEE" what I can do"
 
"That was in very pour taste."
 
"Sorry. Look, I can do something, but it'll take me a day or so to build what I need, provided Cerebum hasn't nicked it of course. In the mean time...." Phil walked over to a cabinet, punched in a code and a drawer poped open.
 
He handed it to where he thought Keto was. "Wear this, it'll let people know where you are.."
 
It was a mask and it was holllow....
 
<Keto?>
 
OOC : Sorry about the obvious refernce in this post.