Morally Impregnable

Who: Keto-Brain, Timmy, Elwood, WD-40...the robot possé.
Where: The Promenade
When: Just after the knocking out of 400 people
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<< SNIP >>
> The floor buckled and Schweeble vanished through a
> gaping hole, along with a sizable proportion of the pile.
> "Sleeping will numb the impact..." the huge skutter concluded.
> "Who wants to loot a few shops?" Timmy asked, picking up a slightly
> bent golf club and heading towards the nearest store.
> "Would someone be so kind as to pass me my arm?"
<< END SNIP >>
"We can't loot the promenade just because everyone here is lying
unconscious!" protested the Keto Brain, rolling over to WD-40's arm
and trying to pick it up with the remarkably inflexible arms that his
body possessed.
"Why not?" asked Timmy, somewhat puzzled.
"Because it's wrong," stated the KB.
"...what?" asked Timmy.
"It's morally wrong for us to loot the defenceless shops."
"...what?" repeated Timmy, "I'm not sure I'm seeing a problem here."
"Would someone be so kind as to pass me my arm? Please?" pleaded
WD-40, as KB's efforts to manipulate the offending limb proved less
than fruitful.
"Look, we need to get Mr FeBuggre and Mr Chrysler to the medibay
for tests, or hand them over to security for containment, whichever
we can do before they wake up."
"So let security handle it when they arrive, if they're not dumb
enough to breathe in the gas," stated Timmy, "Meanwhile, let's grab
whatever we want from these stores!"
"But it's WRONG!" protested KB.
"It's perfectly simple," pointed out Timmy, "I want to loot the
stores. You don't. Therefore, we're going to loot them. Problem
solved."
"Well, I'm not going along with it," said KB, turning away, "I'm
going to go find someone who can help get these two somewhere safe."
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OOC: Tag! KB's far too morally pure to join in something as
obviously evil and malign as looting shops. Stupid, isn't he? ;)