Who\'s Your Daddy? (Sorry, Couldn\'t Resist)

Who: Keto, Jay
Where: Medibay Office
When: Nyargh
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Keto, in fact, had been hard at work. For the last couple of hours
since his meeting with Cerebrum, he had been desperately trying to
fake a decent set of DNA results.
Not that this was difficult for him. Quite frankly, he suspected
that just drawing lines on a piece of paper and pointing to it would
be enough to convince Chrysler that he was Cerebrum's son. Drawing
them in colour would probably be enough to convince him he was
Godzilla.
But if Chrysler actually decided to seek confirmation from another
qualified medical practitioner, then the results would have to live
up to scrutiny. Therefore it had actually taken Keto several hours,
rather than several minutes, to fake the results.
"There we go," he said triumphantly, standing upright from where he
had been hunched over his work, "Jay Chrysler is now biologically the
son of Patrick Cerebrum. May God have mercy on their souls. Holly,
tell Jay Chrysler that I need to see him urgently, would you? It's
kind of a life and death situation. Origins of, in fact."
"Righto," acknowledged Holly, and vanished to deliver Keto's
message.
<<SNIP>>
> "Actually mate" Holly interrupted "Doctor Keto
> wants to see you before you do anything"
> "Can't it wait?!"
> "He say's it's urgent life or death he say's"
> "FOR F*@K's SAKE!"
<<END SNIP>>
Jay came storming into Keto's office without so much as a knock.
"What's so important?" he snapped, "I've got the Phoenix running
around out there underwater somewhere, it could get damaged!"
Then, after a pause, he added, "And Amber might get killed, too.
So Phil wouldn't be happy. So I might get killed, too."
Keto simply sat in his chair and smiled coldly at him for a minute,
relishing the moment. Then, slowly, he placed the folder containing
the forged test results on his desk.
"Congratulations, Mr Chrysler," he said, "You're a son."
"What?" blinked Jay, "Alota's given birth? AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW?"
"No, no, no," grinned Keto, "I didn't say you HAVE a son. I said
you ARE a son."
"I already knew that. It wasn't difficult to work out."
"Ah-ha!" continued Keto, "But you might be mistaken about whose son
you are!"
They stared at each other for a second.
"I'm not going to like whatever you're going to tell me, am I?"
asked Jay after a moment.
"Not likely, no."
"What are you going to tell me?"
Keto flipped open the results and pointed them out to Jay.
"Your father is Patrick Cerebrum."
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OOC: Tag. >;)