Ah! Cheers: Sunrise over the Tango factory, Zombie Kitty, Giver-of-hope and Sojuske! I really feel sorry for Lister, he's always in so much pain in my stories. Poor old Listy. I apologise! Don't hate me!
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Chapter four:
Cat was sat on the floor, making sure that no one could see the rip in his trousers. He was currently ripping the stitches from the cuffs off neatly and trying to; smeg knows how, sew the hole up. Kryten was tightening, more securely; the bits of his body that were falling off. Lister was feeling incredibly dizzy. His face was stinging, like a large jug of lemon juice had been poured into the cuts.
A not so itsy bitsy teeny weeny, grotesque, disgustingly foul and ugly fishy thing flopped out from the crate.
"What's that?" asked Lister weakly, peering over the top of the crate.
Kryten gasped, "My goodness, it looks like the Ungotrillian Flopfish!"
"Oh…" Lister tried to make Kryten's head stop spinning in his vision, but it didn't help, "is it nice?"
"Yes, it's quite lovely sir… when it's dead and served up with a side order of tomato ketchup."
"So, it's not… nice?"
"Well no, it feasts on human flesh and is one of the most poisonous fishes in the galaxy!"
"Oh…" said Lister eyelids fluttering, "It looks… like the one…" he yawned, falling forward. Kryten caught him just in time, before he hit the floor, "That scratched me…"
"Hey! That's my brunch!" Cat said, looking from the fish to Lister lying on the floor with an eyebrow raised, "I thought the monkey said he killed it?"
Kryten laid Lister on the floor with rising panic, "The problem with Ungotrillian Flopfish is that they are extremely hard to get rid of sir!"
Cat rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but I bet it won't last a second against me!" he stuck his head over the side and started chanting: "I'm gonna eat you little fishy!"
"I suggest you shut up sir, before you get us all killed."
"I'M GONNA EAT YOU LITTLE FISHY!"
Well the Ungotrillian Flopfish definitely heard that. It made its way menacingly over to its prey.
Kryten made sure that they were hidden from the fish's view, and whispered, "It's getting colder sir – I think the Flopfish is lowering the temperature."
"So?"
"We have to get out of here sir! Mr Lister is seriously ill! The temperature is decreasing at an alarming and definitely not very healthy rate! And I don't think the air in here is going to last!"
"And my trousers are ripped!"
They could hear the Flopfish flopping around, hitting the floor with a wet slap.
Rimmer's voice panged through the door, "Dear me, you are in a pickle aren't you?"
"Mr Rimmer?"
"Yes?"
"You have to help, get Holly to open the doors!"
"How?"
"I don't know sir, but you have to hurry, I don't think Mr Lister is going to last long."
"Lister?" Oh god, he'd been hurt. "What happened to Lister?"
"No time to explain! Go!"
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Rimmer ran so fast he could have outrun the creatures of ohmygodajellybean, the planet which was inhabited by the fastest runners and very few jelly beans. Whenever one appeared they had to run and catch it, the freshly caught jellybeans could be sold on ebay2 for amazing prices, which I won't go into much detail on now, because you don't really want to know.
"Holly?" Rimmer gasped, out of breath for the second time that day, "Could you open the door to room 31 on C deck please?"
Holly looked at him for a second then said: "Nope."
He was a little taken back, "But – why? They're trapped in there!"
She sighed, "I know that, something's blocking my system, I can't do it sorry Arnold."
"Well smeg off then."
"Of course, they could use…"
"What? What could they use?"
"Sorry. I've smegged off." She replied smugly.
"Please Holly!"
"Fine. The air ducts. As long as they head left they'll get out alright."
"Yeah…" before he left he said something to the computer that he never thought he would ever say. "Thanks."
Holly smiled a surprised but pleased smile, "Your welcome Arnold."
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Ooh air ducts? This would be good if I had a clue what was coming next. I'm hoping it'll work out! Review please wonderful people who review
