That Deserves Applause

Who: Keto, Cerebrum
Where: Medibay
-- SNIP --
"When I tried to fix it, I kinda ignited deck 21 on fire. All that's
left is a pile of melted metal. And the microchips we need to build a
new one quickly were stored on deck 21, and kinda blew up when they
caught fire."
-- END SNIP --
Keto stared blankly at Cerebrum for a second, then slowly raised
his hands and clapped twice, with extreme sarcasm.
"Tell me, did anyone ever think that being clinically insane with a
penchant for jury-rigging flammable devices was not an ideal job
qualification for you?"
"Did anyone ever think that having inhaled toxic ointment fumes for
twenty four hours and being extremely antisocial with no bedside
manner was not an ideal job qualification for you?"
"Touché," admitted Keto slowly, "So, what we need to do is either
find a fresh supply of these microchips, find something that will
perform the same function as your machine in the first place...or
find somewhere for you to hide until everybody just happens to forget
that they're in the wrong body."
"That's your advice!?"
"You could kill yourself and save everyone else the time and
effort."
"Large amounts of cash and medical equipment," said Cerebrum
pointedly.
"...and write a will leaving everything to me?" added Keto after a
second's thought, but not sounding very hopeful.
"Give me other options."
"I can't think of any," snapped Keto, "Besides multiple brain
transplants."
"You can do those?" asked Cerebrum, raising an eyebrow and looking
worriedly interested. Keto coughed and cast an almost imperceptible
glance back towards his private shelf-cabinet.
"No," he said quickly, looking back, "I can't. So we're stuck with
the first three."
"First TWO."
"Okay, if you insist. So, you tell me, is it possible we could
find any more of these chips, or another working machine?"
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OOC: Tag! :)
- Chris (JHXMT)