A snag

> "That's it, you too weird for me pal..."
> The first one pucnhed the third, much to the amusment of the second, who
called his mates over to watch a fight...
There was a hissing sound, then Cerebrum hobled up next to Phil. "There's a
slight problem with our plan," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You see, I just accidentally tossed a hypospray I didn't need over my
shoulder, and would you believe that it hit and injected Jay with four
thousand milligrams of Sodium Triophosdian, meaning that he'll be unconcious
for the next forty-nine months, unless he's administered the antidote. And I
don't have that, I believe Dr Keto does, though."