Mess With Trisees Machine, Get A Stupid Answ...No, Wait, That\'s Wrong...

Who: Keto, White Wolf (uh...one of 'em), Cerebrum
Where: Outside ATM
When: Just after Cerebrum's thef...transaction ;)
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> Cerebrum put away the laser pistol and walked off whistling. Ten
> seconds later he came back and said, "Oh yes, forgot one thing. Why
> are there two of you now?"
"Because," interrupted Keto, who had been following the two of them
and gradually getting more and more tense as he tried to hold off
exploding until Cerebrum was out of the way, "This stupid smegging
hamster stupidly messed with Trisees stupid smegging machine and got
himself split in two! And what's more, unless he happened to
DRASTICALLY change the machine (which I wouldn't put past him...them,
now...mind you), then they're probably going to suffer the same thing
that Trisees and Shakespeare are suffering from!"
"Which is?"
"Oh, other than being halfway through the stages of a terminal
decomposition of the body's cellular and atomic matrices? Not much,
not much at all!" snapped Keto, "On the other hand, Trisees' machine
was never MEANT to work with a six-foot tall hamster who is
differently-temporally-abled, so I don't know WHAT kind of weird side-
effects this stupid action could cause!"
There was a pause.
"There is some good news, I suppose," muttered Keto.
"Really? And what might that be?"
"I memorised your account number and security code," said Keto,
turning and stalking off, "Have a nice day."
The hamster and Cerebrum stared after him.
"Do you think he noticed that I was using a phoney account?" asked
Cerebrum.
"You WERE?"
"Ah, excellent," smiled Cerebrum.
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OOC: Ahhh, I'm a doctor with blackmail material, I have no need for
petty cash... ;)