Arden ripped the paper out of Brian's hands, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him to his feet.
"You moron!" he explained. "What did you think you were doing? Nobody touches the computer controls without general consent, especially not YOU!" Arden heaved Brian against a wall with a grunt, for Brian was not especially small.
"Master Brian has rebooted my working processes and rendered me unconscious and helpless for exactly three minutes and thirty eight point two three seconds," observed Lucien dryly. He sounded somewhat upset.
Brian peeled Arden's hands off his shirt.
"Your zeal is misplaced," he said matter-of-factly. "Better that you put your faith in Cheom, for Cheom will provide and guide us through death valley, or even silicon valley." He pushed past Arden and strode out of the computer room. Arden followed, blustering.
"Brian, you put everyone's life in danger," menaced Arden quietly. "Why? For some uncomprehensible religious fanatic moronic purpose that not even your own twisted mind can understand?" The pitch of his voice grew in relation to the deeper shades his face was turning. "I think that this clearly demonstrates that you are a danger to the Starbucket, and I don't think that anybody will disagree when I recommend that you be banished from the Bucket."
Brian stopped short.
"Or in other words," Arden continued, "you're outta here, bud!"
"Indeed. I shall be leaving the Starbucket as soon as you provide me with a TARDIS."
Arden laughed incredulously. "Oh no. You are going to be dumped somewhere, and that's where you'll stay. Do you really think that I would be stupid enough to get a TARDIS for you?" Not that I necessarily could, he thought.
"Yes."
"YOU are truly crazy. I will not get you a TARDIS."
"Then," Brian said, "I will stay." He turned and began walking down the hallway again.
"NO. You don't seem to understand." Arden was beyond angry now. He was practically bemused. "You will go freely, or you will go against your will."
Brian turned suddenly and grasped Arden's arm. "Perhaps you can be convinced otherwise." Then they were elsewhere.
Elsewhere was uniformly drab: a flat field without the field, or the flat, for that matter. The ground was sort of opaque and felt insubstantial. The air was also opaque and insubstantial.
"You would be wise not to wander far, lest you become irretrievably lost." Brian let go of Arden. "I will check on you later." And was gone.