The Cat and Lister were looking for some more washing powder when they got
stuck in cargo bay 4.
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Lister glanced around the cold almost empty room.
"Smeg." He said flatly. "Smeg it all to hell."
The Cat stopped combing his hair and opened a crate.
"Well I found the washin' powder." The Cat picked a box up and sniffed it.
"What the Smeg are you doin' Cat?" Lister asked looking strangely at the Cat.
"What? Me? Oh I'm jus' smellin' the washin' powder. This one smells like fi- ish." The Cat exclaimed making the I in fish longer than it really was. "Fi- ish, Ye-ah, Fi-ish." Lister rolled his eyes.
"For smegs sake Cat, how can you be so calm in this situation?" Lister asked punching numbers into the keypad on the cargo bay door. "Damnit." Lister cursed taking a swig of his beer (which he'd snuck out of cargo bay 2.)
"Damn what?" The Cat asked looking up from his preening.
"I can't remember me pass number fer cargo bay 4." Lister sighed and sat down. The Cat just shrugged and pulled a spray can out of his pocket.
"Alright." The Cat said spraying his canned spray everywhere. "This bit's mine, and this bit, that little bit there, that big bit here, but I don't want that bit." The Cat stopped spraying the canned spray and dived into a corner.
"What the smeg are yer doin' now Cat?" Lister asked taking another swig.
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Lister glanced around the cold almost empty room.
"Smeg." He said flatly. "Smeg it all to hell."
The Cat stopped combing his hair and opened a crate.
"Well I found the washin' powder." The Cat picked a box up and sniffed it.
"What the Smeg are you doin' Cat?" Lister asked looking strangely at the Cat.
"What? Me? Oh I'm jus' smellin' the washin' powder. This one smells like fi- ish." The Cat exclaimed making the I in fish longer than it really was. "Fi- ish, Ye-ah, Fi-ish." Lister rolled his eyes.
"For smegs sake Cat, how can you be so calm in this situation?" Lister asked punching numbers into the keypad on the cargo bay door. "Damnit." Lister cursed taking a swig of his beer (which he'd snuck out of cargo bay 2.)
"Damn what?" The Cat asked looking up from his preening.
"I can't remember me pass number fer cargo bay 4." Lister sighed and sat down. The Cat just shrugged and pulled a spray can out of his pocket.
"Alright." The Cat said spraying his canned spray everywhere. "This bit's mine, and this bit, that little bit there, that big bit here, but I don't want that bit." The Cat stopped spraying the canned spray and dived into a corner.
"What the smeg are yer doin' now Cat?" Lister asked taking another swig.