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Nothing much happens in this, I was too tired, just came back from the trip, it was fantastic!
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Holly's face appeared, "I've worked it out!" she spun her head around in a little victory dance, "Those pink GELFs nicked my teleporter thing, and beamed Rimmer and Dave to red dwarf. They must have chucked that meteor shower at us as well!" She then realised that no one was actually there, blushed and proceeded to appear on a different screen.
"Those pink GELFs nicked my teleporter thing, and beamed Rimmer and Lister to red dwarf. They must have chucked that meteor shower at us as well!"
Kryten said, "I see, it's all beginning to make sense - they also must have messed with your programming and made you transfer us onto blue midget."
Holly shifted uneasily, "Urm… yes… that's what happened."
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Lister battered at the door with his fists, but his energy had almost completely left him. He felt dizzy, like the room was moving without him. He turned around, listening to what Rimmer was saying, and after a short while he decided not to listen anymore. It was probably for the best. Most of it involved the words: Lister's buttocks, pain, and life-size manikin of Elvis Presley.
The room was swaying. Lister decided. The floor was shifting beneath his feet. He wasn't going to argue with it. In fact, he was going to join it. His knees crumpled beneath him when he finally fainted.
Rimmer didn't stop his ranting. It was half an hour later when he finally realised that Lister was unconscious. Even then he didn't stop. There really is nothing like a good old rant.
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"Holly, could you tell me where Mr Lister and Mr Rimmer are?"
"Hang on a mo." She disappeared then filtered back on after an appropriate amount of time, "yep, they're on F deck in one of the smelly old rooms. I think they're locked in there."
"Oh poor Mr Lister! I doubt there are curry supplies in there – and he missed his midday vindaloo!" Kryten wrung his hands in despair, "How do I get them out?"
"Well how am I supposed to know? I've got enough on my plate thank you! No one respects my feeling you know, you try to have a decent conversation with someone and then you find out they're not even there! How do you think that makes me feel?"
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Rimmer peered anxiously at the creatures. Then he noticed their oddly styled hair. Then he thought about this.
"Lister?"
Of course, Lister was unconscious and hadn't spoken in over in hour, so it was not surprising that he didn't speak now.
Rimmer nudged him lightly with his boot, "Lister?" not a peep. He kicked him. Nope. He shook him. Still no. He sat on him. That got a groan. He sang Celine Dion in his ear. Nobody could sleep through that. That got a swift punch in the face.
Rimmer rubbed his nose, "Finally you're awake!"
Lister groaned trying to sit up. "Did you sing… Celine Dion in my ear?"
"Never mind that, I was thinking -"
"That's interesting,"
"- I was thinking about those creatures, they've styled their hair."
Lister looked at one with half-closed eyes, "so they have."
"I bet it was Cat's hair mousse!"
"Rimmer, what are you on about? We're all gonna die one way or another… does it really matter if they've styled… their hair or not?"
"Yes! That stuff is highly flammable!"
"So?"
"So all we have to do is set those things alight and BOOM we're out of here!"
"Rimmer! That's so… inhumane!"
"So? Who gives a smeg? We'll be free; it's no different to blasting them with bazookoid fire!"
"Yes it is! You couldn't roast a potato on the bazookoid fire; you're gonna blast those things to hell and back!"
"Oh go stuff you're morals, we're doing the world a favour." He stood up creeping over to where the creatures lay, "Now… have you got a lighter?"
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