Soz I spelt Duane wrong in the other chappie, I was in a bit of a rush, lol. Thankyou lovely reviewers, may all your wishes come true!

Okay, this is just a little chapter. Nothing much happens, because - truth be told - I couldn't really be bothered to do a decent chappie. Sorry people, it'll be better next time! x.x

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The waves of pain were still cascading over their heads.

Lister struggled to pick himself off the ground. "And then there were two." He said, short of breath, peering over at Duane/Cat's nasally-impaired form. "Wait… where's… Rimmer?" he moved forward slowly,

"Rimmer?"

Nothing but the sound of pain.

"Rim..mer?"

Crunch.

He moved his boot out of the way.

Rimmer's light bee.

Smashed into small fragments.

Smeg.

"Oh dear sir."

The pile of remains, that were once Rimmer's light bee, buzzed slightly then died away.

"Rimmer."

Lister fell to his knees taking the pieces up in his grubby hands. Rimmer was dead – again. The Cat was as good as dead – with no fashion sense how could he live? He, himself, was dying – he knew that, surely you can't lose this much blood and still be around to hear about it.

The GELF was so near them now, Lister could feel its rancid breath rasping in his ear. He could hear its manic giggling. He could see its – euuw – he didn't want to know what he could see.

The calm black was welcoming.

Calming

Welcoming

Black… black… black

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"Don't give into the despair sir, you have to fight it!"

Lister blinked.

"We can get through this I know it, you just have to 'believe in yourself!'"

Lister rolled over to stare up at the mechanoid. Strange, he didn't remember falling down here. "What the smeg are you on about? I'm not giving up."

It was true, the pain was still battering them to pieces, but he didn't seem to care anymore. It didn't seem to matter.

Kryten waved his arms around, exasperated, "But you were rolling around on the floor sir, saying 'I give up! I give up!' and 'boil that pomegranate, see what I care!'"

Lister got back up;this was proving more difficult than he'd previously thought.

Duane grunted "Where's my… thermal flask…?"

"Sir, though it troubles me to ask you -"

Through the pain Lister fought to keep his smile, "Let's go for it Kryters."

Kryten tried to smile, but his mechanoid features couldn't quite pull it off. His mouth turned up at the corners, "if you're certain sir, after you."

Lister found his feet, with help from Kryten. Duane snored so loudly floor vibrated under their feet.

"OI!" he said, "GELF!" he looked at Kryten as if to say 'no smegging way is this gonna work', he took a deep breath, "Has anyone ever told you… that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen?"

The GELF stopped its hectic pain distribution and said, "Well… they are a lovely shade of yellow."

"If I was capable of it - you sexy sub-species - I'd find you extremely attractive!" Kryten said, his leg jiggling so violently he had trouble keeping upright.

The GELF was so absorbed in them complimenting it; it didn't notice that its eye level was getting considerably shorter by the second.

Duane woke from his snoring stupor with a large grunt, "Hey, if I had a triple-thick condom handy… I'd wanna get with you any time!" he grinned his goofy grin, teeth sticking out like a demented picket fence.

The GELF grew… again. Apparently compliments from Duane Dibley didn't count as compliments at all.

"Urm… you make me real horny!" Lister shouted.

It shrunk… slightly.

They could tell this was going to take a while.