Ta-da!

Who: Keto, Cerebrum, the two doctors who make the crew of the Blue Dwarf
prefer self-surgery and suicide to treatment and counseling
Where: Psychiatric Offices
When: 19:06
> "No, it's the Appendix's day off," muttered Cerebrum, clicking his
fingers. A couple of mimes appeared as if from nowhere (which in a way they
had, having been hiding within their invisible boxes - never let it be said
that unentertaining entertainment didn't have a tactical advantage). "So
what we need is to construct something absolutely useless from absolutely
worthless materials, but make it look incredibly technical and useful."
> "That describes almost every piece of medical and psychiatric equipment
we possess," observed Keto thoughtfully, "We need to narrow it down a bit.
It needs to look ALIEN."
A short while later
"Okay, I think I've got it. I miniaturized a meson cannon and stuck it
inside some hull plating," Cerebrum said, putting down the screwdriver.
"Then smeared alien goo over it. It looks impressive and alien."
"Will it hold up to an inspection?" Keto inquired, examining the device.
"Certainly, watch this, I've got it set to roast," Cerebrum pushed on the
panel, while aiming one end of the device at the wall. A blazing stream of
fire roared out of the machine, over Cerebrum and Keto's faces, roasting off
their eyebrows.
"Oops," Cerebrum said sheepishly. "Had it pointed the wrong way. But it'll
hold up under an inspection."
"Except for one thing," Keto snarled, as he brushed the ashes off of his
face.
"What?" Cerebrum inquired. "You must be mistaken. It's perfect. I build it
myself."
"You wrote 'Cerebrum Psychiatric Product' on the front," Keto said,
pointing.
"But if I don't write that, then people won't know that I made it," Cerebrum
explained.
"Cerebrum, you idiot! That's the whole point!"