Phil, I have left for thee

> CErebrum was about to say something, but Phil carried on, "Four, I REALY
REALLY HATE psychiatrists..and FIVE I > have had a REALLY BAD week, so go
ahead and give me the excuse I need to fire this gun and cover that bulkhead
with > the inside of your skull, please resist arrest, go on..." Phil was in
full on EP mode now(Not Really EP, but DAMM close)
"Well, I see that I have no choice," Cerebrum said, sitting down heavily, as
if in shock. The vanity panel on his desk shot upwards. Roughly a
millisecond later, a dart trailing a wire shot out from under the desk and
hit MP right the in chest. MP started spasaming uncontrollably as fifty
thousand volts of electricity were transmitted from the tazer into his body.
The heavily armored panel shot up over the desk and deflected Phil's
reflexive shot, as Cerebrum flipped a switch, opening up a trapdoor
underneath Phil's feet, sending him tumbling downwards.
"I hope Dr Keto doesn't mind Phil dropping in," Cerebrum noted, mentally
thanking himself that he had considered every possibility when setting up
his office's security, including the 'Defensive procedure in case the
security chief tries to arrest you with a big gun and his midget clone holds
a gun on you as well.' One would be surprised how often that was needed.
Cerebrum vaulted the desk, grabbed MP and dropkicked him down the hole as
well, then grabbed a few essentials and escaped into the vent system.
"Somebody had better pay me for this," he muttered, heading down towards the
storage decks.