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Okay dearies, on to the next chappie!

"Okay sir, on the count of three."

"One-" Kryten dangled the pasta in front of Lister's face,

"two-" the Cat crouched in position.

"three!" Kryten spooned a generous portion of the pasta into Lister's mouth; Lister gagged, raising his hands to his lips with pure disgust. Sometimes you just had to be cruel to be kind. Lister dropped the remains of Rimmer's light bee in surprise.

Cat sprung into action, catching the pieces before they hit the ground, doing a backwards somersault, landing on the ground with his 2 feet, and all with out getting a hair out of place. "Now that's what I call style!" he grinned.

…..

The pain-staking process began. Kryten screwed and glued and tinkered and bolted and jolted and rotated and god knows what. An hour later and he was finally done. He wiped his forehead with a sigh. The washing machine was finished.

Wait a minute, he thought to himself, this isn't Mr Rimmer!

3 hours later. He was finally done. The light bee sat on the table winking in the soft glow of the ship. Kryten sighed again; they could have done with another washing machine. Oh well, everyone had to make sacrifices. He turned it on.

…..

Lister could feel his life draining away. They'd left him here. On his own. All he could hear was the uneven sound of his own breathing. But it was all right. It was about time he gave up.

He had saved the Cat and Kryten. That was all that mattered. He frowned, wondering why there was a horrible pasta-like taste in his mouth. Oh god, he thought, I'm going to hell.

That sounded right. He'd practically killed Rimmer. Even though he was a complete and utter git, Lister still felt the guilt gnawing at him. Rimmer. The one who kept him sane. In the end though, he'd probably done the world a favour. Smeghead.

No… What was he saying? He felt awful. He'd just stepped on him. Crushed him. It was almost laughable, and yet he felt like crying.

He took one final breath, looking at the world through his deep brown eyes for the last time. It was about time he gave up.

So he did.

…..

Arnold Judas Rimmer was feeling a little disorientated. It must have been the fact that he was upside down wearing a frilly pink dress and matching dolly shoes.

"Kryten!"

"My apologies sir!"

Kryten managed to get him the right way round. However the dress and pink high heels remained, much to the delight of the Cat.

Rimmer looked around for a moment, "Where's Lister?"

"Yeah bud, where's chipmunk cheeks gone?"

Kryten spun around, noticing Cat with alarm, "Mr Cat sir - I – I thought you were keeping an eye on him!"

Cat rolled his eyes, "No way bud, I needed to get my beauty sleep! You can't expect me to look after him all day, just because he's dying."

"Dying?" Rimmer said in disbelief

"Yeah, that little machine thingy stopped beeping ages ago!"

"You – you- you- mean -" Kryten stopped in mid sentence, rushing to the medibay in panic.

The Cat sighed, snuggling down for a nice snooze… he adjusted the pillow slightly… Ahhh, that's better…

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