Laws more powerful than the laws of physics

> "As your current superior, I order you to shut up and get in my ship,"
commanded Cerebrum, smugly. Keto growled enough for it to be audible, but
grudgingly obliged.
Cerebrum pulled his office out of Phil's ship. Since a vacuum now separated
the office from the ship, he couldn't hear the screams as the air inside of
the ship realized that there was no air on the outside of the ship and, in
accordance with the laws of diffusion, rushed out the hole in an attempt to
equalize the balance. It would have been very bad for Phil and the others,
if the table in the meeting room hadn't blocked up the hole as it tried to
leave.
A while later
"Now, this looks like a likely section to begin our search," Cerebrum
commented, as he drove the office into a floating section of the alien ship
with a loud crash.
"Why can't you just dock like a normal person?" Keto demanded. "One of these
times you're going to blow the hull and kill us all."
"Please, I know what I'm doing. I'm a genius, after all. I've got a lot of
letters before and after my name," Cerebrum said, haughtily. "Now, my
scanners indicate there's an atmosphere in this section, so be careful,
their might be surviving aliens about. You first."
"Why don't you go first?" asked Keto, who was always interested in
preserving his own life.
"Because I'm your superior officer on this mission and my mimes will shoot
you if you don't."
"You make a very persuasive argument," Keto admitted, and headed towards the
door.
A short while later
"That's seems to be the last of it," Cerebrum said, as the mimes brought the
last pieces of alien technology into the psych-bay. "Let's make a final
sweep."
"Looks like we didn't have to worry about surviving aliens after all,"
Cerebrum said, as they stepped into a room in the section. At which point,
according to laws even more powerful than the laws of physics, a hymenoptera
leapt out from another door and grabbed Keto.
"Hold it off," Cerebrum commanded, starting to dig through his pockets. "I
have just the thing right here."
"HOW!?" Keto screamed vainly pounding on the alien's carapace.
"Think of something," Cerebrum said dismissively, as he checked through his
pockets. Sounds of screams, crashes, and thuds came from the battle. "Keep
it down, you're disturbing my concentration!"
"HELP! HELP! ARRGHHHH!"
Cerebrum finally pulled out a dart gun, and loaded a dart into it. He looked
up just in time to see the Dr Keto's shoes disappear down the throat of the
alien. Since the rest of Dr Keto was nowhere to be seen, this probably
didn't have good implications. The alien loomed over Cerebrum, ready to
pounce, and then Cerebrum pumped a dart into it.
It paused, and then melted into a pile of alien goo, in the middle of which
was Dr Keto, covered in it. "See, I told you I had it under control," stated
Cerebrum smugly. "Please, don't touch me."