Ta-da! *Buzz* ...Uh-oh.

Who: Keto and Cerebrum, the universe's most morally and literally bankrupt
doctors of medicine and psychiatry
Where: Psychiatric Offices
When: Just after we had our eyebrows removed
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<< SNIP >>
> "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!"
<< END SNIP >>
"Fine, fine, suit yourself," sighed Cerebrum, and pressed another button. The
miniaturised meson cannon glowed red hot for a second, then began to
bubble...then, with a fizz and a crackle, stopped glowing and began to cool, the
surface having run just enough to obscure the writing on it..as well as welding
the device securely to the table.
"Oh, marvellous," growled Keto, "So now it's part table, too."
"It makes it look more authentic. People will think it's a heavy weapons
platform," observed Cerebrum, "Especially with the wheels."
"They're castor wheels! They're designed to make small mobile tables and
beds!"
"And heavy weapons platforms, if you're an alien," continued Cerebrum
smoothly, "This little HWP here could easily have been used to help decimate
planets. Watch."
He hit the firing control again. Keto ducked in reflex.
He needn't have bothered. Nothing happened. The pair stared at it for a
moment.
"I can't believe you broke something that was supposedly useless in the first
place," stated Keto after a moment.
As Cerebrum opened his mouth to reply, two things happened at once. Firstly,
the device gave a low buzz. And secondly, every light in the psychiatric block
went off. There was utter silence in the utter blackness that followed.
"Marvellous," repeated Keto, with the kind of brightness in his voice only
ever heard by very terminal people listening to the people who made them
terminal, "What now?"
"I believe that I've created a truly wonderful thing," said Cerebrum's voice,
"A working, mobile, electro-magnetic pulse creator the size of a small table
that can burn out all electronic devices within at least a block."
"The block that we happen to be in. In space. Without, I'm assuming, any of
the basic things such as Oxygen Regeneration machines."
"A minor detail. I'm a genius," said Cerebrum.
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OOC: Tag! ;) Yes, we're in trouble.