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Cat woke to the sound of lots of fishy things squabbling.

"What the hell?"

He tried to stand up, noticing with a little surprise that he was covered from head to foot in rope. Big thick coils of rope. He fell back on the floor with a muffled thump.

Oh what a lovely day.

"Help!" He screeched, wriggling around like a demented cocoon, "I'm being held captive by some smelly fish and they've wrapped me up with a load of rope!" No answer, he sobbed for a moment then screamed: "My suit is gonna get wrinkled! It'll take me ages to get the creases out!"

"Shut up." Said a fish, threateningly wafting his claw-like fins in front of Cat's face.

Cat shut his eyes tight. Maybe this was a dream. Although normally his dreams didn't contain evil fish that hold people against their will. It was normally the other way round in fact.

"Oi you cat creature thing." said the familiar rasp of the fish's voice.

Cat opened one eye and looked at him, "What now?"

The fish narrowed his eyes, leaning in closer, "I don't like you."

Cat grinned, "Good, coz I don't like you either – you're so bad I don't even feel like eating you!"

The fish was right up close, his face inches away from Cat's, "Oh yeah, well I'm gonna knock you so hard you won't even know what's hit you!" it waved it's fins around to emphasise its point.

Cat smiled so that his pointy canine teeth showed, "Thank god –I'd hate to know that you hit me, I'd never stop washing myself!" he made a face, gazing up at the Ungotrillian Flopfish with distaste, "you're one hell of an ugly fish!"

"Sir, I think you're emotional outburst is just proving to irritate them further."

The sentence made a slight whooshing noise as it flew over Cat's head, "What?"

"Shut up."

"Hey, where's Goalpost head?"

"I'm here." Came the tinny reply.

Cat squinted, "Where, I can't see you!"

"Down here." Rimmer was inside his light bee. It was lying on the floor coiled with rope, with a double knot. The fish weren't taking any chances.

"Oh my god," Cat almost burst with laughter, "you're in that little thing?"

"Yes."

"Ha!" said Cat, rolling over to one side like an overgrown caterpillar. "Bud, you look pretty stupid!"

A quiet voice sounded unsurely, "Guys?"

"Who? What?" said Cat.

"It's… me Lister." The voice was slow and scared.

"Are you alright sir?"

There was a shuffle, "Not really no."

"What is it?"

"I can't see where we are; I - I think I'm going mad!"
"Why?"

"There seems to be a lot of killer fish threatening me!"

"Don't worry sir, that's perfectly normal."

"Oh… okay then."

Silence for a while.

"Sir?"

No reply, he had probably fainted again. It was for the best, the worst effects of the poison were going to take place soon, and he didn't want to be awake when that happened.

Kryten listened for a moment; the fish seemed to have left the room. No doubt plotting how they could kill their prisoners without making much of a mess.

"Mr Cat sir," he whispered, "I want you to try and flop over to Mr Lister."

"Why?"

"Because I can't sir, I'm tied to the wall. I have already tried to saw myself out with one of my arms, but I've almost round it down to the circuits and I'm still not free."

"Oh, okay bud!" He shuffled along the floor. Not really getting anywhere. "Why am I doing this again?"

"You have to contact Holly!"

"Oh right! I hope you know what I'm putting myself through for you guys. This suit is gonna get scuff marks!" he flung himself forward, with all the grace of a flying brick. Rimmer snorted, rocking his light bee around on the floor for a bit.

"Shut up bud, at least I don't look like a three inch high ball of string!" a sudden idea popped into his mind.

A ball of string? He would have to play with it later. Right now he was a little preoccupied in saving everyone's lives.

"Hang on a minute bud, I've been in this before!"

"What?"

"I.have.been.in.this.before.buds! I know how to get out! I'm so damn amazing!"

Rimmer sighed, "what?"

"My claws! They're like my best feature! Women love a cat with claws!"

"What women are they?" Rimmer scoffed, "Dead ones?"

Cat grinned, "You wait bud, I'm gonna get you later." He sliced through the ropes like a knife through butter, (not butter that you've lost in the fridge and scooped out early in the morning to spread on your sandwiches when you've run out of tuna and mayonnaise because that's all hard like a brick as it's been left in there for years and has mould growing on it,) this butter would be nice and soft.

"Right," said Cat, leaping up and smoothing the creases from his trousers. He grinned a flashy grin, "Now I've got some lifesaving to do."

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