The Adventures of Keto and Mayer...

Who: Keto, Sean
Where: Medibay
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"This is either a blessing or a very, very twisted curse," he
thought to himself as he sped down the corridor, medibay women in hot
pursuit.
*end snip*
Sean couldn't help but grin as he saw the flock of women chase the
demented Doctor down the corridor, women from elsewhere dowmn the
corridor slowly joining the chain.
"Studmuffin Keto," he said to himself, musing. He waited in the
medibay, totally alone for a few seconds.
"Maybe he needs some help?" he asked himself, before jumping up
and running over to the medibay cabinet.
"Okay, so if that was ointment 8, then by logic of potions and
cures, the ointment to get rid of this desirability would be number
9," he said, logically. He slipped the bottle with the large number
9 on it in his pocket and turned to the door before stopping, and
looking back at the jars.
"What if it isn't?" he asked no one in particular. Sean scratched
the side of his head then broke out into a large smile.
"Then I'll just take a bunch of them," he said, swiping a whole
handful of multicoloured jars.
He looked at the now quiet and empty corridor.
"Holly, where's Keto now?" he asked.
"Keto is currently hiding in service pipe number 60," said Holly
in his famous dull monotone.
"Can you guide me there? I'm not big on this ship," explained
Sean.
"Sure Doc," Holly affirmed.
Sean skidded down the carpeted hallway and stopped outside a small
panel grating on the side of the wall. Over on the far wall hanging
next to a space window, was a sign reading: Service Pipe 60.
Sean bent down and looked through the grating.
"Charles? You in there?" he called through the thin stripped
metal.
There was no reply.
"CHARLES?" he called again, only louder.
"Don't say anything!" a timid voice wafted through the air to
Mayer's ears.
"That you Charles?" asked Sean, happily.
"Look, what part of 'Don't say anything' do you not understand?"
the voice queried.
"The don't part," said Sean, smiling.
"Oh, you're very funny," said the voice. The grating opened and
Keto grabbed hold of Mayer's lapels before pulling him into the
service pipe, and swiftly closing the pipe again.
"Why on earth must you plague me with your presence?" Keto asked,
leading Sean away from the grating and deeper into the pipe system.
"I've got the solution to cure this Highly Desirable ointment
effect!" he beamed.
"You brought the antidote? Maybe you're not as idiotic as I first
thought," said Keto.
"Thank you," said Sean.
"Quick then, give me the ointment," hurried Keto.
Sean handed over bottle nine and Keto quickly splashed himself in
it.
There was a moment's silence.
"That should have don..." began Keto. He stopped and graoned, the
bottle dropping from his hands and smashing onto the floor. He began
violently spasming and shaking. In between convulsions Keto
shouted at Mayer,
"Which number ointment was that?"
"Number 9. Why?" asked Sean.
"THAT'S THE MORPHING OINTMENT YOU IDIOT!" he shouted at Mayer.
There was a freaky pop noise and Keto's form shifted ever so
slightly before he suddenly shrank. Sean looked down at the new
being in front of him.
"Look on the bright side," said Sean happily. "Now you're a
highly desirable chicken."
There was an angry cluck from the Chicken.
<ooc. Haha. Well, Keto, Or should I say chicken, hope you have
some fun as poultry - tag!>
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