Hail to the chief

Who: Cerebrum, Keto
Where: Psych-bay
> "HA!" snorted Keto, turning back to Cerebrum, "It's NOT my
responsibility!"
> "You're now Chief Psychiatrist."
> "I...WHAT!?" asked Keto.
> "WHAT!?" asked Cerebrum.
> "Charles Keto is now Chief Psychiatrist."
> "So what am I?" demanded Cerebrum.
"Your the new head of the medical department," Dolly replied.
"Damn, I don't have the qualifications, I'll have to get this reversed,"
Cerebrum mused, then turned to Keto. "Now, as I was saying, it's your
department, it's your responsibility."
"She's evidently a medical patient," Keto replied, "You're head of the
medical department."
"Oh come on, those drawings in marker pen were obviously a cry for
psychiatric help," countered Cerebrum."
"That cosmetic surgery, if that's what it can be classified as, was a
medical procedure."
"That's debatable."
"Fair point, but it's still your job."
"It's your area of the ship. You've got the paper to prove it," pointed
Cerebrum.
"She's a patient."
"In your 'psych-bay'."