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Giver-of-hope: Cat was running with a bazookoid because… urm… they didn't know what was on red dwarf and just wanted to be safe? - Lame I know… But I wasn't really thinking at the time - sorry! I'll try and check next time, thanks for letting me know.

Okay this is just a little filler chapter because, frankly, I can't be asked. I'm going to a theme park tomorrow on a school trip! How amazing is that? Okay boasting over; enjoy the chappie:

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Cat and Kryten were in the corridor.

Cat was muttering to himself. "Barbeque sauce… There was something about barbeque sauce…"

"What sir? What about barbeque sauce?"
Cat thought, "I can't remember," he smiled, "but boy was it important!"

Kryten waved his hands about, exasperated, "Please sir, think harder!"

"Okay okay, don't rush me bud!" he closed his eyes, sniffing deeply. "Hey I know! Barbeque sauce - It doesn't go well with my mauve and tiger print suit!"
"Sir, I'm not quite sure that was it."

"Oh… it must be that Lister was covered in it when we crash landed then."

"Covered in it? But if the smell is here then that means he must be on red dwarf!"

Cat rolled his eyes, "Well duh! I smelt his curry trail ages ago!"

And so the search for Rimmer and Lister began. Cue cheesy music!

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Rimmer couldn't take anymore. The pain was immense, spreading through his torso like a deadly virus.

Lister looked at him, breaking free of his own panic, and staring at Rimmer with his coffee-brown eyes. Rimmer's light was dying away. The pain was evident in his features. He needed Lister, quickly, or they were all dead. A sudden anger powered through Lister's veins. A surge of adrenaline.

This shouldn't happen to anyone. Not even Rimmer… even though he probably deserved it one way or another.

Lister found the strength to stand up; before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the pink thing and flung it across the room. The surprised GELF crashed into its fellow creature. They lay still on the floor and didn't get back up again.

Pain strung up his fingers; like a million violin strings being plucked.

"Smeg!" he could feel his arms breaking. Feel the bones snap. His face was a mask of pain, and he sunk to the ground.

"Lister!" said Rimmer, his light was fading in and out, like a badly tuned television set.

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Meanwhile the search was going well. No Rimmer or Lister, but on the upside they hadn't met any evil creatures yet.

Not long down the corridor and Cat found something… Some things.

There was a pile of empty hair mousse bottles littering the floor. The words echoed around his head. Empty… Empty…

He couldn't find the right words, they stuck in his throat, he said in a dry voice, "The mousse has gone…"
Kryten came up behind him, "What's that sir?"

It registered, like a sudden stab in the chest, "THE MOUSSE HAS GONE!"

"Oh-" said Kryten, trying to think of something to say.

Cat didn't wait for him; the shock was beginning to settle in: "My hair! My beautiful hair!"

"Please calm down sir! Breathe, breathe!"

Cat breathed, "It's not helping bud!"

"Don't panic, the important thing to remember is not to PANIC!"

"I'm not panicking! I'm just worrying hysterically about my hair!" he dropped the bottle he had been holding, as if disgusted by the lack of mousse in it.

"Sir, you're going into shock! Stop it!"

"I can't! Oh god my hair! My poor beautiful gorgeous hair!"

Kryten sat Cat down, who by now was shuddering feverishly.

"Just stay here sir! I'll find Mr Lister; he'll know what to do."

Cat stopped going into shock for a moment and said, "You're gonna get chipmunk cheeks, the slobbiest slob in the universe, to help me? My hair mousse has gone and you're gonna get a man who wears long johns, bright orange space boots and dreadlocks to help! Now I'm in shock!" and it was true, he was. Not long after that he fainted. Kryten lay him down in a cabin and set off at a running pace.

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"How did you – why –how?" Rimmer gasped.

Lister's hands flopped uselessly at his sides, he grimaced, "I didn't want… you to get hurt."

Rimmer looked at him incredulously. Lister had just saved his life. Lister. His smelly bunkmate. The man, who through all these years, he had despised and hated with pure relish - He didn't know what to say. The whole English language seemed to have flown out of the window.

Lister looked at him in pain and said: "You would've done… the same for me."

Rimmer looked away. He couldn't face Lister's gaze. Would he have? Would he have done the same for Lister? He didn't know the answer. His gaze wandered to the door where the creatures lay in the crumpled doorway.

The crumpled doorway.

There only means of escape gone. Poof! Gone in a puff of smoke. Rimmer frowned, pointing at the doorway with a fading finger,

"You git, how are we gonna get out now?"

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