The new regime

Who: Cerebrum and other insignificant people
Where: Medi-bay
"Attention, will all the medi-bay personnel report to the medi-bay
immediately!" Cerebrum said over the ship's intercom, simeltaneously paging
them all as well, just in case.
Once they were all gathered.
"As your new leader," Cerebrum said, from behind his podium, "I have a few
things to say. First, I expect that my position as chief of the medical
department will be temporary, as I intend to join the mutiny that is
fermenting on board this ship, but until that point, I intend to milk this
position for every last pennycent I can. To this end, I've set up a few
rules. Number one, there's a list on that wall over there. It tells you what
to charge each patient for, depending on the severity of his injury. I get
fifty percent of all income. Second, any unconscious or comatose patient is
to have his pockets rifled and the contents given to me. Third, the
psych-department is not in debt. Fourth, you are to take out insurance
policies on all injured crewmembers, name me the benefactor, and determine
if it would be more cost-effective to let them live and pay for the surgery,
or to let them die and collect the insurance. Sixth, all patients that do
die are to have their organs harvested and sold. Finally, any patients that
go into an operation and are expected to live will have any organs they
don't need harvested and sold."
Cerebrum noticed Keto fuming nearby. "Upset at what I'm doing to your
medical department?" Cerebrum asked.
"No, upset that I didn't think of it first," Keto responded.
OOC: So, Seymour, I hope you can pay for Katrina's medical treatment.