It's a psychiatrist thing

> Before long, and lots of psycho babble later, the two arrived at the
> Drive Room. Tara pushed Cerebrum towards WW letting him go.
> "Cerebrum has something to say." She said all sweetness and nice.
> "Well actually I don't. She..." The shot left a hole next to his
> foot. "On the other hand, I seem to have made a mistake with the
> pilots. Their sane, she however" he said indicating Tara "Isn't."
> "Shock horror!" she said laughing and danced off to find Phil before
> she could be stopped.
"What I meant to say was detonation sequence three-thirty-two," Cerebrum
stated. Breaching explosive, that were planted planted by scutter commandos
during the Christmas revolution, proceded to detonate, blowing a hole in the
wall. Cerebrum dived through it, grabbed the smoke bomb left in the arms
drop, and tossed it behind him as he made his escape.
As the drive room crew brushed the smoke, a piece of paper drifted to the
floor. On it were several words. They were: "Piloting divsion psychiatric
results: all failed.'
Further down the vent system, there was another piece of paper. 'Bill:
45,000 dollarpounds.'
A bit further. 'Deposit money in Swiss Bank account
23424535646356586738957583423756258578945346709234'
And at the intersection. 'Then maybe I'll reverse the decision. Have a nice
day. And don't bother tracking me, you'll never find me.'
Four security guards pounding down a hall looking for Cerebrum. A man
stepped in front of them, pointed and said. "I think I sam him going that
way."
The security guards turned and pounded off in the direction indicated.
"That was a close one," Cerebrum muttered, adjusting his nose glasses.