Author's Notes: Yeah, so this took longer than I thought it would. I swear, I started this over a year ago, and I just could not get past the first three pages. I finished other chapters that come after it, but I just could not finish this one. Many times, I considered skipping it, but then, I thought that would be cheating, so I stubbornly kept at it. I actually had to cannibalize an AU fan script I wrote years ago, before this fic was even a thing, to get some kind of inspiration and get the plot moving. Glad to have it finally done and move on to later chapters.

At some point in the night, Rimmer became naked.

There - now that you're all paying attention, let's continue.

Rimmer wiped the sweat from his brow and checked the digital display on his alarm clock. Ship time read 2:33 AM. He'd tried going to bed hours ago. Something about this side of the ship just seemed to scream summer. He cursed Kryten for ever installing the ship-wide ambience simulator. It would adjust the ship's internal temperature to match whatever time of year it should've been back home. Right now, the ship's chronometer read July. That meant the ship would be warmer than usual.

That would be fine if it didn't currently simulate a ninety-two degree summer night in California.

Rimmer rolled over, no blankets at all and still sweltering. He couldn't bear this any longer. Sleepy as hell, he staggered out of his bunk, grabbed a clean t-shirt, a pair of shorts and found an old pair of flip-flops he used for emergencies only. Then, he made his way out into the corridors until he found Kochanski wrapped up in a blanket, wearing a pair of makeshift earmuffs, and looking downright homicidal with the spanner she clutched.

"Well, the gang's all here," Rimmer muttered.

Kochanski stopped short at seeing his lips move. She pulled off the earmuffs. "What?"

"What brings you to the jungle?"

"Looking for someone to kill. Care to volunteer?"

"What's eating you?"

She sat down across from him with an angry pout. "It's those damn pipes in my quarters. We need to relag those things before I finally snap and rip them out myself and play a drum solo on the starboard bow."

"That bad?" Rimmer asked.

"Have you ever listened to those clapped-out old pipes? 'Nurieek'ing and 'rotut'ing, and just when you expect them to 'nurieek' again, they 'sqweloookle'!" She took a moment to bash the spanner against the nearest packing crate. Rimmer winced as the noise echoed around the room.

They heard a small crash somewhere in the darkness, and they turned to see the Cat prowling around on all fours in his stylish silk pajamas. He sniffed around fervently before he spotted the others watching him.

"You've not been showering just now, have you?" Kochanski asked fiercely.

Cat frowned, then reached into his pajama pocket – remaining on all fours, mind you – and checked his schedule. "Nope! My next shower isn't for another hour," he confirmed. "What's up?"

"May I ask why you're prowling around at this time of night?" Rimmer demanded.

"I'm on the scent of something!"

"Of what?"

"I don't know yet. Might be a space weevil, or it might be a tiny GELF designed to kill us all while we sleep!"

"But it's probably a space weevil."

"Probably."

Kochanski frowned. "So what's setting off the pipes if not the shower?" she wondered out loud.

"I could do with a shower myself," Rimmer grumbled. "I've got a sweat going that an Olympic swimmer could do laps in."

Cat wrinkled his nose. "It's a curse being able to smell like I can," he said, taking a step away from Rimmer. "I've been after this thing all night! It's an obsession! I can't sleep until I've caught it and eaten it!"

"What if it's not edible?" asked Kochanski.

"At this point, I doubt that's gonna stop me!" he replied before skulking past them and continuing the prowl into the darkness.

Kochanski still looked perturbed. "So if those pipes aren't currently cycling our filth, why are they making so much noise?"

Rimmer shrugged, still too sweaty to think about it. "I'm going to see if Kryten can help with the thermostat. If not, I'll be sleeping in the fridge."

He headed for the stairwell that took him to the Mid-Section. He saw some abandoned socks on the scanner table and looked around for the mechanoid. He spotted him at his station in the cockpit, working at the console. He unceremoniously stepped inside, taking his metal crewmate by surprise.

"You're up late, sir," said Kryten, glancing up from his screen.

"Ninety-five degrees in my quarters," Rimmer replied, thudding down in his seat at the helm. "Why did you program for subtropical temperatures?"

"Apologies, sir. Seems the blasted thing has a mind of its own. I'll see about reprogramming it once I've finished here."

Rimmer watched his reflection in the plexiglas viewscreen. "What are you doing?"

"The Cat is searching for some sort of creature onboard the ship, sir. I've decided to run an internal scan to see what it is. It's got him in a frazzle, sir. For the sake of his sanity, it's imperative to find out what it is."

Rimmer rolled his eyes but made no reply. At least someone on this ship will get a good night's sleep. He tried to get comfortable in his chair. Maybe he could finally relax.

"Oh dear."

Or maybe not.

"What is it?" he asked warily.

"Some sort of cybernetic life form."

Rimmer sat up a little straighter. "Like a simulant?"

"Similar in design, sir, but it's particularly small. That may give us an advantage. But it is certainly worth getting a closer look at."

"So how do we do that?"

They heard a crash off in the distance. They got up and hurried back up the staircase into the upper levels and quickly found the Cat lying in a heap around some crates, his hair askew after some sort of tussle.

"What happened?" Rimmer demanded.

Cat blinked dazedly. "I had it… It was in my grasp… And then it suddenly went insane and threw me against the wall."

"Lucky little bastard. Where is it now?"

"I lost it. But the smell goes in that direction." He pointed down a junction.

Rimmer grimaced. Kochanski's quarters. Leaving Kryten to tend to the Cat's injuries, he pelted down the corridor.

Kochanski clutched her cricket bat – a natural object to have on a spaceship – and stared her opponent down. She clenched her jaw in anticipation, knowing it would strike again in time. She just had to be ready.

"Do it," she hissed. "I dare you."

The pipes responded with a horrible groan. Kochanski responded by viciously whacking them with the bat – several times. After a few seconds, she stopped and listened for a moment.

Silence.

Just as she turned to put the bat away, she heard another noise. The pipes rattled now – like crazy. Increasingly. Enough that she wanted to keep her distance instead of attacking them again.

A moment later, Rimmer came skidding in. "Kris, there's a life form onboard. Kryten says it's cybernetic."

Kochanski kept her eyes on the pipes. "Small life form, maybe?" she asked. "Small enough to fit inside a pipe, perchance?"

Rimmer finally noticed the rattling and saw the pipes having a spaz attack.

"Up for a stroll?"

"Dandy."

They both legged it out of the room, and a moment later, they heard a loud bang like a gunshot, followed by the sound of something whizzing around the room, ricocheting off the walls. They managed to meet up with Cat and Kryten.

"It's in Kris' quarters!" Rimmer announced.

Kryten somehow managed to remain calm. "It'll come looking soon, sir. We must hold up in your quarters to form a plan."

They legged it down the other corridor, and they sped into Rimmer's quarters. The man himself slapped the door control on the way in, and it hissed shut behind them.

"Okay. We're airtight. Damn thing can't get in now," he panted.

Kochanski took an unnecessary breath to calm her nerves. "What do we know about this creature?"

Kryten pulled out the familiar handheld device he always had and looked it over. "According to the psi scan, sir, it's a robotic enhancement device designed to capture all humanoid life forms and give them upgrades."

Cat scoffed. "I'd like to see it try! It'll take one look at me and commit suicide!"

Rimmer ignored him. "What does it mean by 'upgrades'?"

"Well, at its most basic, it means we get turned into simulant droids that are programmed to go on homicidal rampages across the universe with a desire to rip off human heads and find the operatic beauty of people screaming for mercy."

"So what do we do?" demanded Kochanski. "Just live here forever?"

Cat shook his head. "Unless you've got thirty cans of disinfectant, a full-length mirror and private executive washroom, I'm taking my chances with the crazy zippo lighter from hell."

Kryten, however, looked determined. "If we can just sneak into the cockpit and activate the remote link with the airlock, we may be able to suck the little blighter into deep space."

"And we somehow do all this without leaving this room?" asked Cat.

After taking a moment to figure out a plan, Kryten snapped his fingers. "There may be a way. If Starbug's dimensional stabilizer is capable of what I think it is, then it may give us an exit route through the air ducts."

He removed one of his fingers, revealing a screwdriver underneath. He proceeded into Rimmer's shower and unscrewed the cover on the duct.

"Seriously?" asked Kochanski, peering up into the small opening.

Kryten nodded, pleased with himself. "Yes, ma'am. It's a honeycomb of ducts that travel for about a mile throughout the ship. I haven't had a chance to create a map of them yet, but if we persevere, we may be able to make it in six hours."

Rimmer held up a hand. "Can we all shower first? We don't need that smell."

The air ducts proved just spacious enough for them to crawl two side-by-side. Kryten and Rimmer led the way for a while with Cat and Kochanski behind them. It took an incredibly long time, and they grumbled at each other like anything. After some considerable time, they found a spot to stop and regain their energy.

"We need to see if we can drop down into one of the supply cupboards," suggested Kryten. "If we're going to crawl around in here for six hours, we'll need food."

"Not to mention about twelve roll-on deodorants," added Cat grumpily, his last shower already starting to wear off.

Rimmer sat back in the corner of a junction and sighed with relief to be stopped for a while. He took a swig of water from a canteen. "How long has it been?"

Kochanski checked her watch. "Half an hour."

"Damn. Felt more like three quarters."

"Come on, Kryten. Let's see about supplies. There should be an air grate up ahead. Maybe we can fit my light bee down it."

"Agreed, ma'am," Kryte nodded, and he led her away down a junction.

At first, Rimmer didn't mind, until he realized the Cat sat across from him. They stared at each other for a moment before realizing they had nothing to say to each other and taking greater interest in the duct walls. He'd been alone with the feline before – usually with work to do in the cockpit, or over breakfast with food to eat. They didn't hang – and they preferred it that way. They simply had nothing in common. They got on each others' nerves – a situation only made worse by being trapped on Starbug.

For a couple minutes, they said nothing.

Then, the Cat announced, "Hoo-wee! It is cramped in here! If I was dead, you could not swing me around in here. I'll tell you that."

Rimmer shrugged as he slumped to his side. "Well, maybe someday, we'll have the opportunity to try that."

Cat either ignored the shot or didn't catch on because he just kept talking. "Man, I haven't crawled around in air ducts in years! Ever since we got stuck on this ship, I haven't had nearly enough room to investigate stuff."

"Fascinating, I'm sure."

"Well, it's true! Not enough room on this damn ship!"

Rimmer silently disagreed. Ever since the paradox of deleting their future selves and somehow acquiring their upgraded Starbug, the ship still felt bigger than it had before. Hell, these air ducts felt bigger than the entire cockpit, mid-section and sleeping quarters put together. Sure, they had to crawl through them, but at least they could crawl with two side-by-side. If they ever got back to Red Dwarf, he wanted to take this damn shuttlecraft apart and see just how big it could get.

Then, he heard the Cat's voice and realized he'd zoned out during one of his monologues. Not a bad skill to have, he mused.

"And that's just the top ten reasons why I'm the best-looking guy onboard," Cat said in his 'all-knowing wisdom' voice. "Now, let's break down the top twenty…!"

Rimmer groaned. "How do you do it? How do you somehow manage to turn every topic into why you're so good-looking?"

Cat shrugged. "A better question would be – why would we talk about anything else?"

"Have you ever noticed how you're the only one who thinks it, though? Have you ever met anyone else who thought you're the best-looking guy onboard?"

"Pfft! I've seen mirrors! Admired photos! Don't know why you waste so much time making paintings of planets and sketching junk you find lying around when I'm the ultimate work of art in the universe!"

"And this is why you'll never meet a woman. You're so self-obsessed that no one would ever be good enough for you. You're too in love with yourself."

"Who's looking to fall in love? I'm just a simple guy who's looking for an orgy. Is that too insane?"

Rimmer rolled his eyes. "Maybe start with one woman willing to have sex with you before you graduate to an orgy."

"Oh, that's rich, coming from you, grease stain! At least people might want to have sex with me! Who've you ever managed it with? That hologram chick? And that one woman who was concussed?"

Rimmer glared. "They were both very special to me," he replied, "which is more than you'd ever manage. You cats never understand human emotions."

"What's to understand? You get all needy and attached. We cats know how to do it. In, out, never heard of 'em."

"Well, if you ever manage to get your leg up on someone, you can see how well that works."

"I know for a fact that it works! It's how I do it all the time!"

"Ah, yes, of course, with your two lady cats back on Red Dwarf – on Z Deck."

"Damn right! A cat always has two homes!"

"Considering how much time we've spent in stasis lately, I'll be surprised if they're still alive when we get back."

Cat stared blankly for a moment before clearing his throat. "Well, they'll be in stasis, too! They know to keep themselves young and fit for me!"

Heaving a sigh, Rimmer leaned back on the duct floor and thought about maybe counting the screws in the ductwork. He got to about twenty-seven before he realized he couldn't see anymore in the dim lighting and resumed staring blankly.

A few minutes later, the Cat sat up a little straighter. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Can't you hear it yet? Like a… roaring noise…"

Knowing the super-evolved feline had a better sense of hearing than him, Rimmer looked up. "A roaring noise?"

Cat looked off into the distance, trying to pinpoint where it came from. "Like a… watery kind of roaring noise…"

"I can't hear anything."

"It's like water roaring down, say… a passageway. In a kind of roaring, watery kind of way. I wonder what the hell it is!"

Realizing, Rimmer got to his feet and crouch-walked to the corridor Kochanski and Kryten had vanished down. "Kris! Kryten! Recyc water!"

"What's happening?" asked the Cat.

"Every four hours the ductways get backwashed!"

Cat snapped his fingers. "You know what? I think I just solved the watery roaring noise problem."

"Come on!" Rimmer snapped as he went running down a ductway hunched over.

"I ain't going with you!"

"Why not?!"

"Because that's where the water's coming from!"

Rimmer did an about-face and hightailed it back the way he came and past the Cat. He didn't bother with the resulting insult as he went and just made tracks for the nearest junction. If the water came from behind him, he just needed to get far enough ahead and into an alcove of some kind. The water had enough power to power a small schooner. He didn't fancy his chances. He got into the nearest alcove just as the roaring sound became a thundering sound. He plopped himself down and took a moment before he saw the Cat still making his way up with the knapsack full of supplies. Groaning in frustration, he reached out and grabbed his wrist, hauling him to safety just as the water went blasting past.

Panting heavily, they sat in the cooling breeze of the water spray. They thought they could hear Kryten's voice calling out to them, but they couldn't hear him at all. Still, if he could call out to them, presumably he'd have gotten to safety with Kochanski, and the two would be all right.

Nothing to do now but sit in silence for the next ten minutes while the water cascaded past them.

After that finished, they started making their way back the way they came. Cat sniffed their way back to the junction where they'd left Kryten and Kochanski. Despite the dripping water messing with his olfactory senses, he could still just about make them out.

Halfway back to the junction, however, he held up a hand and stopped. "What's that?"

Rimmer groaned. "What now?"

"That noise…"

"What kind of noise, you gimboid?"

Cat seemed to struggle to find the right noise. "It's a sort of… swirly… windy… ah… water-drying, hurricaney kind of noise!"

The cogs in Rimmer's head turned slowly from exhaustion, but he soon worked it out. "Oh smeg. The dryer. The vents get dried after the backwash."

Cat looked back over his shoulder with a worried expression. "Here it comes!"

Rimmer looked around. They'd crawled too far from the alcover, and they still had a ways to go to the junction. With no choice, he grabbed onto the grating in the duct ceiling, with Cat following suit. They held on as a serious gale blasted its way down the tunnel and lifted them up like socks in a wind tunnel. He truly feared it would blow his trousers off.

All too soon, though, he lost his grip, and the Cat followed not long after. They went tumbling like a pair of bowling balls down the duct, not stopping until they collided with something. They barely had time to ascertain what they'd hit when they found themselves moving again, and they finally crashed into a wall several yards away.

Pressed against the wall, Rimmer just barely turned his head and came face to face with a sheepish Kochanski, who smiled awkwardly back as they tried to wriggle out of this unfortunately intimate situation. Peering around, he saw Cat pinned underneath Kryten, who had gone face-first into the duct wall, directly across the feline's torso.

Well, he thought, there's always a silver lining.

Ten minutes later, the wind had stopped and they could resume crawling. Now a bit behind schedule, they decided to grab whatever supplies they could carry and get a shove on. They shuffled for at least an hour, a little faster than they'd been going before. Naturally, this meant they had to take a break for a good long while to get their strength back. But then, they managed to keep the pace up, and before they knew it, four hours had elapsed altogether by their next break.

"What if we're down here for days and end up having to eat each other like those dudes from that plane crash?" asked Cat.

"Those were exceptional circumstances, sir," Kryten assured him. "Their only other choice was airline food. It won't happen to us."

Rimmer settled into a corner. "I was almost eaten once," he recalled. "Back in school."

Kochanski rolled her eyes. "Is that so?"

"There was this one lad. Porky Roebuck. I'd known him for two years. We were almost family. His dad was secretly knocking off my mum, that's how close we were. Anyway, we were in the Space Scouts together."

To his chagrin, Kochanski smiled affectionately at that. "Aww, you were in the Space Scouts? With those tiny little shorts?"

"I was fifteen. Knock it off. Anyway, we went on this survival course, twenty-four hours out in the wilds, sleeping rough, surviving on wild berries and things. We were each given a swiss army knife. You only ate what you killed yourself."

Cat whistled. "Damn. No tin openers or anything?"

Rimmer shook his head in remembrance. "I remember ten of the boys got together and decided to eat me. They tied me to a stake, lit a fire, and poured barbecue sauce all over me. I remember thinking as I went round and round, 'Porky will save me, he's my best friend.' It turned out Porky was the ringleader and had actually bagsied my right buttock. If it hadn't been for Yakka-Takka-Tulla, the Space Mistress, I honestly believe they would have eaten me."

"Oh, surely not, sir," Kryten objected.

"Well, what else could they have been doing? They went to all that trouble to bring a meat tenderizer."

"Not that it would've done a damn bit of good," Cat grimaced. "You'd be way too stringy."

"Where the hell did you go to school?" Kochanski demanded. "Where do you meet all these psychos?"

"I just seem to attract them," Rimmer sighed, briefly glancing around the duct. "Case in point."

Kochanski stuck her tongue out at him before looking thoughtful. "I wonder if all schools were like that. God knows cyberschool wasn't. We'd arrive on the first day of term, put on our total immersion suits and get connected to the mainframe - and, suddenly, there we'd be, in a perfect replica of a girls' boarding school. We had Miss Brody for English, Mr Chips for maths, for history they brought in Disreali and Ghengiz Khan, for literature they let us talk to Shakespeare and Dickens…"

Cat grinned impishly. "Can't wait to hear what they did for Sex Ed."

"At eighteen when I finally got out, I kind of went off the rails…"

Rimmer's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You? How did you go off the rails?"

"Oh, I went mad," Kochanski replied with great certainty.

"How so, ma'am?" asked Kryten.

She laughed. "What, you want me to make a list?"

"Yes, please!" said Cat.

Looking amongst these three (mostly) blokes, Kochanski rolled her eyes but continued. "Okay, I, er…," she floundered briefly, trying to recall. "Well, I smoked cigarettes, sometimes. I wore skirts that were quite short. I went to the library and was really noisy…"

Rimmer shared an unimpressed look with the Cat. "You rebel," he deadpanned.

Kochanski laughed. "I'm sorry, was that not mad enough for you? To me, it was bonkers! I was in real life for the first time! No protectors! I went insane! We called it 'retro punk'!"

"They always say the hardest part about leaving Cyberspace is realizing the whole universe does not revolve around you," remarked Kryten.

"Hell no," agreed Cat. "It revolves around me!"

The others groaned in disbelief.

"I'm serious! Look at the evidence! Take food – until I bite into it, it has no taste. Even when I know what I'm gonna say, it never bores me! And here's the clincher: all of the interesting things that ever happened to me, happened when I was in the room! Coincidence? Get outta here!"

Rimmer decided to just ignore him and stayed on Kochanski's topic. "Well, you know what, in a way, Kris, I envy you going off the rails."

"What for?" she asked.

"I never went off the rails. I had the protectors on through the rest of my life. Never learned how to live away from what my family wanted until it was too late for it to matter. I should've gone 'retro punk' myself."

Kochanski smirked and patted his knee. "I don't think you'd look as good in a mini-skirt and pink highlights."

Wrong thing to say, because now she had three sets of eyes staring at her in amazement.

"Oh, there better be pictures," Rimmer sniggered.

"Don't even think about it!"

"If we ever find Red Dwarf, we're going through the photo albums!" laughed Cat.

Kochanski buried her face in her hands and groaned as the giggling died down.

Suddenly, Cat sat up a little straighter, breaking the light mood. "What's that sound?"

Rimmer groaned. "Oh, not this again."

"What does it sound like, sir?" asked Kryten.

Cat strained to listen. "Familiar… Like a skittering… tapping… sneaky kind of noise."

In that moment, they all remembered the reason they'd put themselves through all this crawling in the first place. The little cybernetic so-and-so…

Kochanski looked across at Kryten. "Did you remember to actually reseal the vent we climbed in through when we started four hours ago?"

Kryten replayed his internal memory. "I did, ma'am! I did! I distinctly remember! And I closed the one when we stopped for supplies, too!

Rimmer stared out into the dark of the tunnel ahead. The creature got through the hull of the ship. The air duct would be like wrapping paper. Seemed obvious in retrospect it would be able to get to them.

Cat continued to listen. "It's not heading in our direction. It's just scurrying around. What's it doing?"

"It's most likely been waiting for us to tire ourselves out, sir. After four hours of traveling around the ship's air ducts, we're most likely easy pickings."

"So we've been up here for virtually no reason?" complained Rimmer.

Kochanski immediately got into a crouching position. "Okay, no panicking. I forbid it. Not enough room to panic in here. There's got to be a way out. We just have to find it."

Then, to everyone's surprise, the Cat looked thoughtful, of all things. "Wait – how long did you say we've been up here?" he asked Kryten.

"Four hours, sir. Why?"

Cat began to grin excitedly as he got up and started feeling along the duct wall. "I think I just had an idea!"

"One of your usual ones?" Rimmer asked.

"No, it's a good one!"

Something skittered across the floor, lurking in the shadows, making little chipmunk sounds as it zoomed along like a dart. To the casual observer, they would've seen its silvery reflection in the slits of light from the air grates. It whizzed around, waiting for a victim.

Then, as it came to a halt at the far end of a junction, it saw Kryten crawling along. The mechanoid stopped, saw the creature, and promptly started crawling away. The creature follows him, eager to begin conversion.

The mechanoid crawled frantically along the ducts, trying not to look back. The tiny metallic footsteps of the small creature rattled behind him, starting to gain on him.

Then – a most startling development. The mech suddenly veered off in another direction, and the critter came face-to-face with the large toothy grin of the feline peering down at it, making the creature freeze in its tracks.

"Hi, buddy! Can you hear what I hear?" the feline asked.

The tiny robot stared at him, confused. What did this organic creature mean? Then, it became aware of the male human and the female hologram sitting side-by-side behind the feline, and it realized that they all sat cross legged on a metal plate removed from the air duct wall. The human held a long flat wooden object - the one the hologram had used to bash it when it hid in the pipes.

Then, it became aware of the sound of gushing water.

"Surf's up, you tiny goit!" the human declared.

Realizing the imminent peril, the little critter did an about-face and zoomed away from them. The roaring tide of water became louder behind it, and it began to feel little droplets of water as it gained on the little pest. It heard the metal scraping of the organics' makeshift surfboard rushing ahead, and it heard them cry out – either in the form of battlecries or abject terror. Possibly both.

Having to travel too fast to turn into any of the junctions safely, it continued running full speed down the duct until it saw a grate just ahead with gaps big enough for it to leap through. With no other options, it scooted right through, listening as the humans crashed against it. It only had a few milliseconds to feel triumphant before it realized why the grate existed – to seal off large matter from the water storage tanks.

It landed in the tank and flailed helplessly as water got into its circuitry and shorted it out. It went on for a long time, and it could see the three of them pressed up against the grating, unable to do anything but let the last of the water blast past them.

After a long time, it died away, and the creature could only float in the vat of recyc water, its energy spent and its circuits shorted out. It still had a little bit of power, but it would have to wait to recharge properly. Preferably somewhere safer than this.

But then, the human reached in and prodded it with that blasted long flat wooden object. It suddenly started thrashing furiously and sparking madly in its death rows. The last thing it knew was the human firmly whacking it with the horrid thing right into Silicon Hell.

One by one, the quartet of Starbuggers dropped down into the cockpit from the air vent. Kryten held the little blighter between his thumb and forefinger, watching it dangle like a drowned rat.

"I'll just nip down to waste disposal and flush this, ma'am," he announced.

"Thank you, Kryten," Kochanski said gratefully. "I'll be off to bed. After all the excitement we've just had, I will happily sleep through any 'nurieeks' or 'squelookles' those pipes throw at me."

The others heartily agreed.

Author's Notes: Phew! Thanks for sticking with me! Next chapter should be up next week! Will it be Blue? Or something else entirely?