The Dangers of Ice Cream

Who: Keto, Tara
Where: Medibay Office
When: Over the hills and far away (hey, it sounds good)
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> Keto was angry, he was very angry, his ointment analysing machine
> was in a smouldering pile of molten metal in the corner...
"Nurse Cleavage," he said, his normally very calm voice actually
wavering a little now, "Do you see that fairly large mound of silvery
runny stuff?"
Tara, swallowing nervously, nodded, not really wanting to risk
speaking.
"Do you see my ointment analysing machine anywhere in this office?"
Tara shook her head.
"Now, one of those statements must be a lie, Cleavage, because my
ointment analyser and that pile of melting metal are one and the same
thing. So first of all, I don't like being lied to."
Tara, thinking this a little unfair, decided to take the risk.
"I..." she began.
"I WASN'T FINISHED!" roared Keto, stunning Tara into
silence, "Cleavage, I left this medibay for precisely three and a
half minutes. All my ointments were in perfect condition when I
left. One of my ointments...and, I am prepared to bet, several
more...is and are now irreversibly contaminated. Do you know what
this means?"
Tara silently shook her head.
"It means, Nurse Cleavage," said Keto coldly, "That you are no
longer Nurse Cleavage."
Tara blinked as he continued.
"Henceforth you are no longer a member of the medibay staff. You
will hand your medical pass to Nurse Coffey on the way out, and you
will not return to this medibay without a valid medical complaint.
From this moment on you are a civilian, up until such time as someone
else is stupid enough to want to hire someone as incompetant as
yourself. Tara Cleavage...get the hell out of my medibay."
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OOC: Tag! ;)