Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Situation Explained

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*Rustle.*  "That explains a lot," mused the doctor.  "Oh, and by the way...I need a little treatment," he said as he collapsed.<End Snip>
 
"First things first Doc" Came a voice through the medi-bay doors.
"Oh dear lord" Keto murmered "You really ARE punishing me arent you..YES Mr Chrysler, what can I do for you" he said with a hint of malice as he realised who the voice belonged to.
"Have you come to be put out of the misery you suffer due to your incomparable moronity? I have a special on euthanasia today..."
"Isn't that illegal?""For you I'd make an exception...frankly it'd be worth some time behind bars" 
"Doctor Keto" said Alota, still being held in Jays arms "SHUT UP AND TREAT ME!""Oh very well.." he muttered. "What did he do this time? I'd hazard a guess that your injuries were somehow related to your poor choice in suitor""It's a FeBuggure related injury Charlie" Jay said, while most people abaord ship would punch, kick ,and downright bludgeon Keto at the moment Jay was happy just to irritate him endlessly again. the name 'Charlie' was one such way, even though Charles was a brain in a jar, and that Jay's current target of annoyance was in fact named Xavier, hell Jay didn't know, and frankly wouldn't have cared if he did.
"Ahh Yes our Chief of Security..funny isn;t it that he happend to in fact be the biggest danger to ship's security in himself, other than of course when you're airborne""You realise Doc" said Alota from the bed "That while you were away I have been made acting Captain, and as a result can cut the funding of a medical department that would rather insult the captain's husband than treat her in a nano-second""I'll get the medi-kit.."
 
 
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Sent: Wednesday, August 20, 2003 10:29 PM
Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Situation Explained
Who: Dr KetoWhere: Wandering around the shipWhen: Sometime after the dance==============================  Keto stumbled around the corner, limping heavily and with one eye squeezed shut.  The reason he was stumbling was the possibly fractured ankle he had been given by one extremely angry crewmember.  He didn't know precisely what he had done to annoy the 6'5" tall creature that might have been a silverback gorilla had it not been wearing what he presumed was meant to be a dinner suit.  The ship seemed to abound with large, angry people lately.  People angry with him, no less.  Keto wouldn't have minded this, had he actually had any idea why they were all so angry.  Certainly, it would have been quite satisfying to have irritated people this much, if he had done it deliberately.  Otherwise, it was just inconvenient, as the numerous bruises and other injuries would testify (as well as being able to testify to the fact that it is entirely possible to hang someone from a strip light by their hair).  Keto just hoped he would be able to find his way to the medibay and relative safety before he ran into any more bad experiences.<< SNIP >>Canazza was just about to go ahead with his plan of telling the first senior officer he saw about the device, when he realised that the first one was Dr. Keto.He went up and smacked him one, before wandering off to find the device again.<< END SNIP >>  "Right!" bellowed Keto to nobody in particular.  Unfortunately his now-broken jaw made it sound more like...well, nothing pronouncable by an intact jaw.  "That's it!  Now I'm irritated!"  He started marching (as well as he could), arriving at the medibay in a short time and a bad, bad, catastrophic mood.  "YOU!" he hissed.  There was a faint noise from one of the cupboards.  "I know you're in there!  I can see a leaf poking through the doors!  Get out here!  Now!"  There was another faint rustle, and the Tree stepped out, quivering slightly.  As Keto opened his mouth to yell at it (painfully), it rustled a terrified question.  Keto hesitated, which in itself was a miracle.  "What?" he asked.  *Rustle rustle-rustle? (crackle)*  "What do you mean, am I going to send in the clowns?" glared Keto, "What are you talking about?"  *Rustle-rustle-creak-rustle!*  "MY spaceship?" frowned the doctor, momentarily forgetting his highly battered state, "I don't have a personal spaceship.  Nor a jar of death, whatever you mean by that.  Are you ill?  Somebody slip too much nitrogen into your soil?"  *RUSTLE!*  "You went back in time with the rest of the ship and crew, there were some changes made, you came forward in time into  a parallel reality where Cerebrum and I were evil emperors that commanded a fleet of ships crewed by clowns and mimes that tried to destroy this ship, everyone on it, and the counterparts of this ship and its crew by use of a giant vessel called the Death Jar in an endeavour to take over this reality and any others we might discover, but we were foiled by you going back in time and ensuring that the change in the past never took place despite the efforts of the Emperor versions of myself and Cerebrum to prevent it?" gasped Keto.  *Rustle.*  "That explains a lot," mused the doctor.  "Oh, and by the way...I need a little treatment," he said as he collapsed.=================OOC: So it doesn't do much.  You can't beat me up any more than the rest of the crew has.  ;)  Yes, Keto is now being treated by the Tree in the medibay.  Tag anyone who cares to wander in or what have you.JMC's  best....brightest....the most drunk.....www.BlueDwarf.co.uk-Your number one resource in all things Blue Dwarf related,Edit your crewroster profile today!To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:JMC_Blue_Dwarf-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.comYour use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of Service.