Mayer You Live Happily Ever After & Wait One Minute...

Who: Coffey, Mayer, Alexander.
Where: Medibay Of All Places
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  Two Hours After Seymour Was Fixed...
 
  Sean sighed and closed his eyes.  He felt tired.  That is to say, he felt tired, but he could not sleep.  His
mind would not let him.  Something about the personality thing, with that psychology stuff.  At any rate,
his mind had begun to crack.  Without sleep, his brain was slowly deteriorating and it was beginning to
show.  He was acting odd, finding solace in staring at walls, beginning sentences with the word Buggles,
having panic attacks, and worst of all, he drank one of those bottles filled with the dubiously colored liquid.
  He hoped it was anything improtant, or worse, a sample.
 
 Sean was interrupted from his sleep attempt by a hand on his shoulder.
  "Buggles what?!" he exclaimed.
  "Shh, calm down," said Hazel Coffey, handing him a mug of warm coffee.
  "Buggles thank you," he said, taking a long drink from the cup.  "Buggles how is everything going?"
  Hazel tried to blank out that infuriating word, before remembering that it wasn't really his fault.
  "Slowly," she admitted.  "All Dog Shakespeare wants to do all day is sleep.  And Jennifer had a look into
why you've not switched personalities yet, but she's as clueless as anyone else.  I'm afraid you'll have to
wait for Alexander to come up with some kind of plan, becasue we're stumped.
  "Buggles bugger," said Mayer, sighing once more.
 
  Keto entered the Medibay, a large stack of papers and pieces of metal in his outstrecthed arms.
  "No one help me then," he grunted from beneath the pile. 
  "Buggles if that's the way you really want it," said Sean.  "Buggles I was about to help you."
  "Did you just call me Buggles?" demanded Keto, his legs beginning to give way.
  "Look, I'll explain later," said Coffey, taking some of the things from Keto's arms and leadign him into
the office where Alexander was working.
  She looked up at the trio walking in and sighed loudly.  Keto and Coffey dumped their handfuls of inform-
ation on the desks in front of her.
  "Thank you," she said.
  "Anything else?" asked Keto.
  Alexander looked down at her work and sighed. 
  "There is one thing, but I think you'd better sit down," she said quietly. 
  Coffey, Keto and Sean all exchanged confused glances before taking up various seats around the desk
which Sara was sitting behind.  She took off her glasses and placed them on the desk before rubbing her
bloodshot eyes.
  "I've been goign over reports and profiles and the documentation that Trisees was making in his spare
time about his mental and physical condition.  The results are very worrying."
  "Buggles!" blurted out Mayer uncontrollably.
  Keto shot him a glare and Sean placed a hand over his mouth.
  "Worrying?  Why?" asked Coffey, suddenly very concerned for her beau.
  "Judging from these readings," she said.  "It will only be possible to save one personality from this whole
mess.  You can either have Trisees, Shakespeare, Sean here or the Dog.  There's no way to save all four of
them.  The mind cannot cope with this constant splitting and swapping.  Either you save one, or they all die."
  Sean gulped.
  Keto and Coffey looked at each other.
  "Trisees," said Keto.
  "Shakespeare," said Coffey.
  "Buggles," said Sean.
 
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