Blue Midget, landed softly at the Cargo Bay. Kryten, still distraught walked out, and down the steps, glancing angrily back at Rimmer, who was lagging behind a little.
Halfway through a corridor, Rimmer halted, and turned to Kryten.
"Kryten..." Rimmer began, "I need to tell you something, but remember I am sorry, I am deeply sorry, I was stupid..." Kryten eyes fixed on a quivering Rimmer.
"Go on Mr. Rimmer..." Kryten responded sternly. Rimmer took a deep breath. He was still dubious whether to tell Kryten, or wait for him to cotton on to the agonizing truth later. But now he couldn't back out.
"Lister, I killed him..." Rimmer explained sadly. Kryten stood stunned, at what had been confessed.
"Y-y-you kill-kill-killed him, sir?" Kryten asked, shocked still.
"I blew him out of the sky." Rimmer answered still sad in expression, "Well he wouldn't stop playing that damn guitar-"
"SO YOU KILLED HIM, SIR?" Kryten bellowed in anger.
"He'd mocked my life, my career, I was fed up of those horrific days, as that curry-eating potato grinded away at my confidence, he shattered my dreams, people I respected the most, and... The people I loved... He spoiled my happiness, why does he always get the girl? I felt deep love for Krissie, but all he felt for her was just a schoolboy crush! And the only thing he wanted her for was well..." Rimmer tried to explain, but Kryten didn't have time to listen. He walked away with his head in his hands.
"KRYTEN... KRYTEN... KRYTEN!" Rimmer screamed after him till his lungs were fit to burst, "I'm sorry..." he whimpered, and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Kryten spun around and pointed at Rimmer, his finger trembling.
"Sorry sir?" Kryten asked in anger, "Sorry, huh, well your still a smee heee." Rimmer lay out on the solid floor. Tears flooded his eyes, as he his hand reached out into the air for Kryten to return. But he didn't.
Kryten strolled in the direction of Z Deck. The trip took a long while. When he finally got there, he recognized his surroundings immediately. This was the only time he was ever really happy. Alone. In the broom cupboard. It was sad in a way. Lister had said he needed a holiday, and so he came here. Lister. Kryten smiled. He had good memories with him. His highlights of the day was bringing in his Breakfast Tray, with a large portion of curry. He also enjoyed serving lunch to Lister, a large portion of curry. And finally, was bringing in his dinner, a large portion of curry.
"Smeg..." Rimmer muttered, his saddened features melting in anger, "SMEG YOU ANYWAY YOU NOVELTY CONDOM HEAD, SMEG YOU!" he hollered, and picked himself up. Rimmer exhaled, and turned into the Sleeping Quarters. Slowly, he fell weakly onto the floor. He crawled to his bunk, but all the energy had been sucked out of him. Why was I stupid? Rimmer thought, and slumped wearily onto the floor. On the floor, his eyes got a clear view of his most treasured Hammond Organ. He remembered the times when whilst the rest of the crew were having a Curry Night, usually getting drunk. Well always getting drunk. Rimmer would sometimes stay, and pull it out of it's spot, gathering dust, and play a few heartening tunes. And he was going to do that now. He placed the organ on the table, and began to play. The time passed by, while Rimmer played the organ, smiling happily. Kryten was still remaining at the broom cupboard, trying to have fun, but couldn't help sob. The Skutters finished off the last layer of paint. And Rimmer had now finished his encore. Rimmer tried to maintain his grin, but couldn't help weep for Krissie. And for Lister. Why was I so stupid? he thought to himself. And that was his last thought, before he went to bed. And was turned off. Forever.