Forswear Thou Sanity Ateth thy Door....
RPG:
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Who: Cerebrum and Shakespeare.
Where: Research base.
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Shakespeare frowned.
He was silent as Cerebrum pointed at the alien diagnostic device
with a smile.
"Wonderful technology," he said.
Shakespeare sighed.
"A pox on ye!" he said, annoyed. "Uranium? Thous't killeth me wit
nay more than a teaspoon! Cyanide, tis but a badeth day in'st
bosnia, whens't one believth that'st thy brain, ohsoevereth
important organ, needs't cyanide! As for thy armeth point, I
shalleth ignore such'st remark ast that. Forsooth, thys
technology!" Shakespeare stalled for a moment.
"on thoughts'st second, leeth myneself haveth but a trail withst
such a great device," he said, holding out his hand.
Cerebrum, reluctantly, handed over the instrument.
Shakespeare waved it over the psychiatrist, before gasping
inwardly.
"Tis badeth news, Patrick," he said, shaking his head.
"What?
"Accordest to thy deviceth, thou hast so feweth brain cells,
that'st thy body hath moved'st fat cells from thy buttocks to
replaceth them. Nots't to mentioneth that thou body reeketh of
thyne worst odour I hath evereth smelt sincest The Plague,"
explained Sahkespeare, his face an expression of hollow
sympathy. "Luckily'st there is an operationeth I cans't performsy in
thy medibay to relive'eth thy suffering. I liketh to call it
Euthaniasia."
Cerberum was silent, frowning equally as nastily at Shakespeare.
"I try to be of soem help to you and your unfortunate lack of
compassion, and what do you do, throw it back in my face!" said
cerbrum, snatching the device from Shakespeare's outstretched arm.
There was a fzzt as the device conncted heavily with Shakespeare's
watch and it buzzed.
"Nows't looketh what thou hast done, giglet!" exclaimed
Shakespeare, rubbing it. There was a small white glow and
Shakespeare swayed, nearly toppling over. He steadied himself and
blinked hard a few times.
"Ah, Mr Cerebrum," said Trisees, warmly. "Getting to know my other
half, I assume?" he laughed.
<Now, now Cerebrum, be nice to Trisees, he's not the same guy, he
can no longer get angry. Hehe.>
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