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Who: Trisees, Polymorph.
Where: Corridor A-884.
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  "Where in hell did that blasted robot disappear to?" muttered Trisees.  "Dear lord I hate this place so much."
  His eyes thinned and he stomped along the corridor.  He was not in the best mood.  He'd lost the brain robot
shortly after the blob had been destroyed by some kind of swinging menace. 
 
  "What in the world is happening to this ship?" he asked, stopping in mid stance to rant.
 
  "I mean, first we have superheroes appearing from no where!  We have blobs rampaging around decks like
rats.  We have a crew of fools that can't do anything right.  We have psychopathic nurses, I've not had a
decent coffee in ages, and I just feel such a bizarre hatred, and I don't know why!"
 
  He stomped some more, his brow furrowed and his brain flashing through random images of things he hated.
 
  'Baseball cards, traffic lights, taxicabs, toilet paper, email addresses, oversized hats, clowns, broken signs,
blue dwarf.  Especially Blue Dwarf.'
 
  He growled and glared down the corridor toward a small boy that was staring at him worriedly.
 
  Feeling bitter, he stomped over to the boy.
 
  "What's your problem?" he asked.
 
  The boy said nothing.
 
  "I hate it so much when people don't answer me, in fact I hate that more than anything else."
 
  "Good," said the boy and a long tendril snaked from a split in the middle of his forehead and attached itself
to Trisees own head.  There was a vicious slurping and a loud scream as Trisees felt all his hatred being drained
away from him. 
 
  He collapsed to the ground shaking and shivering as the small boy walked away, laughing to itself.
 
  After a while Trisees got to his feet, convulsing slightly.
 
  "What the hell just happened?" he shouted angrily, and then suddenly, he felt his anger melt.  He felt surprisingly
happy, and even a little loving.  He frowned.
 
  "Damnit what is this feeling?" he asked, again angrily, and again the anger suddenly melted away. 
 
  "Aww, I can't stay mad for too long," he found himself saying.
 
  Trisees sharply brought his hands up to his mouth and hurried to the medibay for some treatment.
 
<short post I know, but I'm feeling all over the place tonight>