Re: Ye Olde England miserableth Barstarde

Who: Cerebrum and Shakespeare
Where: Medical base
Cerebrum arrived, with a cartload of scavenged psychiatric
equipment. "Ah, Mr Shakespeare, I do believe that I have found a
possible way to cure your condition. All I have to do is point this
marvelous bit of alien technology at you, and it tells me what's
wrong with you."
Cerebrum then proceded to punch a few buttons, and examined the
readout. "No wonder you're having problems, Shakespeare, your diet of
refined uranium is nil. And your brain glands aren't producing enough
cyanide. And you're missing fifteen arms. It's a good thing I found
this alien diagnostics device."
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