One more little problem

"There's only one more little problem," Cerebrum stated, neatly stepping in everyone's path. "I'm tired of being shot at by crewmembers when I'm not in a psychological examination with them, and the next time it happens, even by accident, I'm going to have you all declared insane and sent to the most secure institution in the galaxy. Plus, you killed some of my mercenaries, hence, you all owe me two hundred and thirty nine thousand dollarpounds. Plus the medical deposit, which is three hundred and seventy thousand dollarpounds. Not including the interest. I'll send around the bill later. If you can't pay your share, you'll be declared permanently insane, and be lobotomized. Are we clear?"
 
Cerebrum, focusing on the important matters.