Your Friendly Neighbourhood EMP

(OOC: Sorry about the late posting, I've been a bit overwhelmed what
with essays and moving back to uni and all!)
Who: Cerebrum and Keto - they're like Pinky and the Brain, only with
less Pinky and more Brain. And worse plans.
Where: The Crashed Psychiatric Offices
When: Boink.
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<<SNIP>>
As the offices gained speed, and Keto drifted closer to fiery doom,
there was suddenly a crash, and the offices decelerated, while Keto
was thrown into the airlock. Cerebrum had put a hole in one side of
Phil's ship earlier on. Now, he and Keto had made his ship
symmetrical again.
<<END SNIP>>
"Ow," echoed Keto's voice over the communications channel.
"A perfect landing," observed Cerebrum, "And I've even managed to
even out the other ship. A perfect landing that was aesthetically
pleasing."
"Ow," repeated Keto with slightly more venom, walking into the main
psychiatric office (which was currently doubling as laboratory,
piloting station, engineering and in fact every room on the ship
except for bathroom), "Not only did I almost get fried to a crisp
just now, I also almost broke a leg and almost had my helmet smashed,
which means I was almost dumped into a vacuum."
"So you've only *almost*got something to complain about," pointed
out Cerebrum, "Come on, we've got an alien artifact to deliver."
"But it will cause an electro-magnetic pulse that will probably
destroy any electrical item aboard the ship!"
"What's your point?"
"My point is that we'll want to make sure they don't touch it until
we're far away."
"That's a *good* point," noted Cerebrum, looking at the device
thoughtfully, "How about I wrap it up with a sticker saying, 'Do Not
Open Until Eight O'Clock' on it?"
"Oh come on, like anybody ever knows the time anyway," snorted
Keto, "Here, allow me..."
-- Five Minutes Later --
"'Warning: Biohazard!'" read Cerebrum skeptically, "You think
that's going to work?"
"Look, the only person who'll open something marked like that is a
medical officer," stated Keto, "And since I don't see the medical
shuttle here, I think that at the moment I'm the only medical officer
on this ship."
"DON'T OPEN IT!"
"I'm not going to!" snapped Keto, "Fool. But until Cleavage or one
of the others gets back, nobody's going to touch it. Which should
give us ample time to get back here and away to a safe distance."
"And what then?" asked Cerebrum. Keto shrugged.
"We hurry off and sell all this alien equipment, then hurry back in
time to restart their engines manually and be called the heroes of
the hour."
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OOC: Tag! Like the plan? ;)