Headbanging

Who: Keto, von Richthofen, Zodar
Where: The Crimson Starbug
When: Just after the thermonuke detonated
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"Well, that could have gone better," murmured Baron von Richthofen
from his position upside down, wedged in one corner.
"Nyurk," replied Keto.
"How close WERE we to the detonation?" groaned Zodar, crawling back
out of the closet for the third time, flight suit more than a little
battered.
"Nyurk!" replied Keto.
"Is everyone alright?"
"NYURK!"
"Ah. Yes. Sorry," noted Richthofen, and proceeded to pull Keto's
head out of the waste disposal unit, "Although possibly the 'eject'
button..."
"NYURK!"
"It was simply a joke," sniffed the baron as Keto's head came free
and the malfunctioning disposal door finally snapped shut. The good
doctor did not look happy, healthy or indeed any word beginning with
H other than possibly horrific.
"Baron von Richthofen?" he growled, turning to face the pilot.
"Yes?"
There was a thump as Keto grasped the baron by both ears, turned
and rammed his head into the wall. The loud yell of pain was almost
as deafening as the earlier clatter of everything hitting the walls
at once as the thermonuke shockwaves had picked up the red Starbug
and flung it backwards.
Still grasping the man's ears, Keto pulled him back from the wall
again and glared at him.
"Doctor Cerebrum?"
"...yes?" murmured Cerebrum, blinking rapidly, "What..."
He was interrupted as Keto smacked his head into the wall again.
Zodar held out one hand.
"Hey, hey!" he called, "He's Cerebrum again!"
"What's your point?" snapped Keto as he pulled Cerebrum's bruised
head away from the wall again. Zodar's point was obscured, however,
as Cerebrum's fist intersected neatly with Keto's stomach.
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OOC: Sorry Ben, Keto's been waiting to do that for a while and now
just seemed like the right time. ;)