A psychiatrist in the hand...

Who: Cerebrum, Jay
Where: Promenade
 
> A voice came from the upper level of the promenade "Chrysler!" it was Needles. "C'mon man..we got plunderin to do!"> He looked back at Alota. > "Nice try" he said "you almost had me convinced" > He spund around and ran to join his cohorts, leaving Alota standing in the corridor. bewildered and heartbroken.
 
As Jay ran, a hand grasped him by the shoulder and swiveled him around, while another hand plucked the gun out of Jay's hand and tossed it aside, with practiced ease of years of diasarming lunatics.
 
"It seems to me that you're in need of some psychiatric treatment," Cerebrum said cheerfully, "You appear to be suffering from amnesia, either long term or short term, I'm not sure which at the moment. However, a few sessions and you should be feeling just fine. Either that, or my bill will shock you back to normal. Oh, and I'm not going to ask your opinion on this. My office is a few floors down, let's go shall we?"