Okay, I apologise for the lack of Cat in the last chapters!
Thanks reviewers! Reddwarfaddict, Giver-of-hope, Sunrise over the Tango factory and Zombie kitty.
It's at times like these - when I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on in my fic, I'm trying very hard not to kill my favourite character (Lister) and I forgot about one important feline (Cat) for a whopping total of 2 chapters - that I love to write! Ha!
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Cat mumbled in his sleep. He was having a horrible nightmare. Poor Cat. He kept running towards some hair mousse, only to have it blown apart as soon as he got anywhere near.
At the sound of a sudden explosion nearby he jerked awake. It was all true he realised in panic, the mousse had gone. He had wished it all to be a dream, but the facts were there: his locks, still untamed, hung over his face. The mousse had gone. He was gonna kill those pink buggers if it was the last thing he did. They wouldn't get away with it. He would make them pay.
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In some ways, Rimmer's bright idea worked. The door was blown apart. They were free. But in other ways, it was a complete and utter failure, just like all the other famous Rimmer plans. The force of the explosion was so great it ripped apart most of the surrounding walls and ceiling. They were trapped again. And of course, there were injuries. Bad ones.
Whoops, really was the right word.
"Sirs?" Kryten's voice sounded, "Sirs are you alright?"
"Kryten," Rimmer spluttered, "Where are you?"
"Well, my head is on the other side of where the door used to be, and I have, for the second time, no idea where my body is."
"Oh, okay then," said Rimmer.
"Is Mr Lister there?"
"I can't see." he looked around, a heavy layer of grey obscured his vision, and it didn't help that a lot of stuff was falling right through him onto his light bee.
"Mr Lister sir?"
They listened, but couldn't hear him. The only sound was the soft pattering of dust, as it cascaded down onto the surroundings, like icing sugar on a cake.
"Lister? Where are you?"
Nothing. Not a peep. Rimmer had a strange feeling in his gut, almost like worry, or sadness. Worry for a friend. Sadness for a loss.
"Lister?"
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Cat was angry. He had long since changed into a different outfit; green crushed velvet, with flashy silver buttons and ankle high boots. He was ready to fry their furry butts so hard all that would be left would be a pile of unfashionable soot. Then he'd jump on it. And flush it out into the regions of outer space.
Ha!
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Lister wished he was dead. But he knew he wasn't. There was something heavy on his chest, something crushing his ribs. He could hear them crack. He could hear a lot of things.
He could hear Rimmer and Kryten calling for him. He had tried to answer, but the words were stuck in his throat. He could hear his own restricted breathing, shakily gasping with the pain in his chest. He could hear the dust showering over his head. He could hear something sticky oozing and dripping onto the floor. He guessed it was blood. He could taste it in his mouth.
There was nothing he could do.
Rimmer was such a git sometimes.
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"Sir, I'm going to use my head as a battering ram! I advise you to get out of the way. Are you ready sir?"
"Kryten, this plan of yours has less probability of succeeding then an Englishman of winning the Eurovision song contest."
"That doesn't stop them entering every year; I'm still going to try."
"Fine, just don't blame me when you end up looking like the Swedish entry."
"Brace yourself sir, I'm coming through!"
There was a heavy thwacking sound. The debris didn't budge at all.
"Ouch."
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I can never seem to leave them happy for long. I do try, believe me, but somehow I just get bored! Ah well…
Okay, guess what I'm gonna say next. Go on! Bet you can't!
Oh darn you guessed it. Hell, I'll say it anyway:
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