Extortion, Extortion I Say!

Who: Keto (either)
Where: Medibay Office
When: Seventy past thirteen
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<<SNIP>>
Dear Dr Keto, this Dr Cerebrum. How are you? I am fine, thank you.
The attachment to this message is a digital recording that shows that
you have comited several different crimes, some of which are
punishable by death, according to space law. Please pay me twenty
thousand dollarpounds by the end of the week, or I'll go see how much
the captain wants to pay for it. Have a nice day. Sincercely, Dr
Cerebrum.
<<END SNIP>>
Xavier Keto stared at the message on his screen for a few moments.
"Ah," he said.
"...ah," he said again, after another couple of moments.
"Argh," he muttered, as his brain (the one not in a jar) realised
that he was in a small spot of trouble.
"What's wrong?" asked the brain in the jar, trying to roll out from
behind the filing cabinet.
Keto calmly turned around, crouched down and, using the chairleg to
gain some useful leverage, ripped the wheels off the mobile brain's
casing. Having done so, he sat down and continued to stare at the
message.
"...is something wrong?" asked the brain after a few seconds.
"Be quiet."
"You appear to be in a bad mood. Perhaps I could help cheer you
up."
"Be. Quiet."
"I could sing something if you'd like. I don't think the
synthesised voice would work very well as a tenor, but..."
"Shut up," growled Keto, not even bothering to raise his voice, "I
need to give away twenty thousand of my hard-earned...ahem...hard-
acquired...dollarpounds to a man who thinks that manipulation and
theft are a good way to make a living. He has no morals and thinks
that subterfuge can solve everything."
Silence.
"You do not know how lucky you are that you made no smart comment
there," continued Keto.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I am going to liquidise most of my personal possessions and
transfer the money to this fool's account. I swear that I never
committed the crimes...okay, all the crimes...shown in that video,
but knowing Cerebrum he's got a signed affidavit from the Lord High
God himself stating that not only did I commit those crimes, I also
laughed uproarously while doing so and, for the record, said that the
tribunal were a load of pig-ignorant interlopers in my universe."
"You did all that?"
"NO! But he can prove that I DID!" shouted Keto, throwing the
chair across the room and causing it to break, "And now I have
nowhere to sit while I sell my life on eBay."
"And you have one less item to sell, too. That's a shame."
"You're so cheerful you're irritating. Don't make me rip your
reticulo-cortical system out," warned Keto, as he started typing.
Soon enough, most of Doctor Keto's life was for sale at a very
reasonable price. After all, it wasn't as if it was his to begin
with...
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OOC: Tag! Fine, you'll get your blood-money, but don't think that I
won't somehow recover from this! :P