Greed Is Good

OOC: Congratulations Elwood and Cerebrum - well deserved on both counts!
IC:
Who: Keto, Cerebrum
Where: Alien Vessel Debris
When: After Keto's oh-so-pleasant Hymenoptera bath
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<< SNIP >>
> 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."
<< END SNIP >>
"Is there any particular reason why I would want to?" grimaced Keto, shaking
as much goo off from himself as he could. He was quite unsuccessful - the goo
had the kind of clinging ability previously only seen in chewing-gum-in-hair
situations.
"Come on, back into my ship, crewman, we have alien technology to examine!"
commanded Cerebrum, heading back towards the psychiatric offices.
"Just a thought, but weren't our orders to *retrieve* the technology, and then
examine it AFTER the senior officers?"
"Indeed, those were our orders," agreed Cerebrum, "I'm just choosing to ignore
them."
"Oh, and that's very clever of you," sneered Keto. Cerebrum stopped walking,
sighed, and turned around, pointing a dart gun towards the doctor.
"Now..."
"You make a very persuasive argument," pre-empted Keto, saluting crisply,
"Sir."
"Very good," nodded Cerebrum, continuing walking, "And besides - we have a
choice. We can either return this extraordinarily valuable alien equipment to
FeBuggre and the others, who knowing them will probably just mess things up and
do something stupid like save the crew with it, or we can make me a huge profit
with it."
"Make you a huge profit?"
"That's right, make us a huge profit."
"You make a very persuasive argument," repeated Keto for the third time that
day, and this time not under duress.
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OOC: Tag! :)