Testing the limits

> Cerebrum was handed a silver impressive looking badge that was for
> some reason to be covered in the dried remains of blood.
>
> "Last person to have that badge was a doctor who was rather foud of
> cutting things up and so when he tried to double-cross us we did the
> same to him." The woman explained. "Right now Mr Cerebrum, go and
> get changed into the new uniform. You can go hide in the darkness if
> you want, and then we will return to the flight may."
Cerebrum looked over the black uniform. Let's see, he thought, they want
scary, so I'll oblige. He pulled a tube of white face paint out of his
pocket.
A few minutes later
"I think you misunderstood the purpose of the uniform," the woman said.
"Isn't it supposed to be scary?" Cerebrum asked, he was dressed in his new
uniform, with a few modifications.
"Yes, but not that scary. Even we have limits."
"But-"
"No buts. You aren't allowed to dress as a mime, and that's final."
"Nuts," Cerebrum muttered, then went back to remove the paint. Once he was
in the black uniform, he went down to the flight bay and lurked in the
darkness.