Scary uniforms

Who: Cerebrum, Zack, Cubie and Penfiddle
Where: Conference room
 
>      Cubie looked up at Cerebrum in desperation.  "Patrick, can you help us> save our marriage?"> >      Zack perked up, seeing hope amid the ashes.> >      Penfiddle snorted.  "Preposterous.  It's an unavoidable occurrence.> I'm just here to work out the details."
"Of course your marriage can be save," Cerebrum said, pulling up a chair. "The first step to saving a marriage is to want to save it. The second step is to get rid of the divorce lawyers that hover around like vultures."
 
"I'm not scared of you," Penfiddle said angrily. "Divorce is inevitable, and I'm not scared of your uniform. Psychiatrists are just a bunch of quacks."
 
"You're right, this isn't a very scary uniform," Cerebrum replied, then activated the intercom. "Smith and Smith, please come in."
 
The door opened and Penfiddle became aware of the overhead lights being blocked out. "Now these, I think you'll agree, are scary uniforms," Cerebrum said. "Smiths, escort Mr. Penshiddle,"
 
"Penfiddle!"
 
"Mr. Penwiddle to the shuttle bay and put him on the next shuttle to Mars, and make sure he doesn't come back onto the ship."
 
"I refuse! I'm a lawyer! You can't do this to me!" Penfiddle shouted.
 
"Very well then. Instead, beat him about the head until he falls unconcious, then throw him out the nearest airlock."
 
"Then again," Penfiddle continued smoothly. "I hear Mars is very nice this time of the year."
 
Once the Smiths had left with Penfiddle, Cerebrum turned towards Zack and Cubie. "Now, the third thing we do is that you tell me what you think is wrong with your marriage, and we can work from there. Cubie first, then Zack."