Arnold J. Rimmer was having a bad day, granted not as bad as the gazpacho soup incident, all of his childhood nor has bad as his death, still it wasn't a stroll roses. He huffs and puffs without sound as he attempted to slam a fist onto the table only resulting in falling right through. As Lister hummed annoyingly pretending to read. After two hours, maybe one, or was it only a few minutes, Rimmer gave up sitting on his half of the bunk glaring ahead to the sound of Lister's soft not well hidden giggles.
"What's up with goal post head?" Cat had entered the room giving Rimmer odd looks as the hologram hopped up, started mouthing something frantically while pointing to his chest.
"Ah just jinxed is all."
"Eh?"
"He can't speak until someone says his name three times. And Hol turned off his vocal connection to insure he won't cheat."
"Come on lets erase our memory of his name!" Rimmer's eye grew wide and he started flaying his hands around.
"Great idea!" Lister jumped down to the floor following behind Cat but not before pausing to turn and stick his tongue out at a very crossed hologram.
