Mistreatment

> "What in hell's name is this?" he growled, picking it up and
> reading it, "Summer Party? So THAT'S what they've been up to!"
> And with that, he headed for the party.
Meanwhile, in docking bay two
Dr Patrick Cerebrum climbed out of a cargo pod, muttering angrily to
himself.
"I am not going to fail for that one again, or my name isn't Napoleon
Bonparte!" he vowed, as he wandered out of the cargo bay, looking for a
psychiatric patient.
Several minutes and two black eyes later
"I didn't even say anything," he protested, shouting after the crewmember
who was leaving the vincinity. "What is it with you people? The last time I
was here, you at least waited for me to propose treatment before hitting
me."