"Where the fuck's Paul gone?" screeched Tim over the noise from Lister's guitar, "He has my best hair spit jar!"
"Shut up, man, I'm trying to play," complained Lister
"Stupid hippy," Came Paul's voice from his room. Tim walked out of the room and into Paul's after the short monkeyman, as Richard emerged from his own room. Rimmer groaned, "God no, not the two animals in the one room," He looked pointedly at the Cat and Richard and followed Tim out into Paul's room. Anywhere to get away from everyone else.
"Whats up his flagpole?" asked Lister.
"I dunno bud, but this fish don't taste so good. And I dont see you following our rule.." he looked pointedly at Listers guitar the cat said heading for the toilet.
"Fine. Fine. I might as well follow them, make sure they're not up to no good." Said Lister as he put the guitar down and followed Tim and Rimmer. Richard looked a bit confused before returning to his room, trailing aces and bits of paper, whatever was about to happen he didn't want to be blamed.
Tim stood in the doorway of Paul's room with Rimmer acting as Tim's shadow. "Paul," began Tim. "What the hell have you done with my best hair spit jar?"
"I didn't touch your stupid jar Ferguson," snapped Paul who was in a bad mood like he usually was after not recieving a letter from his mum. "Go ask that stupid robot friend of theirs," said Paul pointing to Rimmer, "he seems to get rid of anything not nailed down."
"What are you doing in here anyway McDermott?" asked Tim.
"Not that its any of your business Tweezer-dick but I was trying to get some peace and quiet. And get away from that dreadlocked hippy's awful guitar playing!"
"Hey!" Yelled Lister indignantly, "I'm like the ghost of hendrix man."
"Yeah well I wish you'd actually be like Hendrix and FUCK OFF!" Lister visably stiffened and Tim and Rimmer being in front had to restrain him from attacking Paul. Paul, oblivious to the danger unfolding around him and still in a bad mood continued insulting all in the room. "It's nice to know true love has finally run its course," he said with a snarl looking at Tim and Rimmer. "I was wondering how much longer it'd take you two to hook up." Tim's eyes narrowed and Rimmer's nostrils flared. Without a word passing between them Tim and Rimmer released their grip on Lister and all three launched themselves at Paul knocking him from his chair and onto the floor. "That fucking hurt Ferguson!" Yelled Paul on the floor looking up at three angry faces. "You have to take things too far don't you?" Said an irate Lister.
"You've gone far too far this time McDermott. I've had it up to hear with you!" Tim said indicating to his own eye level.
"Oh yeah and what are you gonna do about it you fucking pretty boy?" Challenged Paul. Tim lifted Paul up by his jumpsuit and pinned him to the wall at Tim's height, putting Paul a good foot off the ground.
"THIS!" Yelled Tim punching Paul firmly in the jaw, which caused an irate Lister and Rimmer to join in punching Paul in the stomach and sides whilst Tim one handedly managed to hold Paul up and fend off his attack with the other, occasionally getting in a couple of punches.
"FUCK. Ooomph. OFF." Snarled a defiant Paul as they started attacking. Paul managed a sharp kick at Rimmer, who protected by his hard light bee barely felt anything. Paul's left foot however throbbed in pain. He'd forgotten that the stupid robot had said that the dead guy was indestructable. So his next kick he aimed towards Tim who was pinning him to the wall. By a lucky shot, Paul managed to hit Tim square in the stomach who in pain loosened his grip on Paul and fell backwards. Paul fell to the floor, unprepared and landed with a thud. As he stood up he was this time siezed roughly by two sets of hands who again roughly threw him against the wall before continuing their attack.
Tim stood up and slowly but menacingly walked the few steps back to Paul, taking him back from Rimmer and Lister. "Let me guess McDermott," he said menacingly. "You don't know what you did to deserve this?" Despite being in pain and more pissed off than ever, Paul would usually have a dozen comebacks for Tim, or anyone else for that matter. However, the look in Tim's eyes scared him and he said nothing. "Just be glad we're not sending you to Thulgore again McDermott." Thulgore was the AllStars 'domestic' pet thing who looked like a cross between a crab and an ogre...and twice as ugly. Paul's eye's widened slightly, his Birthday last year, he'd annoyed Tim and Rich too much and they'd fed him to Thulgore. He'd barely escaped with his life and an experience he didn't care to remember anytime soon.
Tim noticed the scared look in Paul, this didn't happen too often and Tim felt powerful. "Send praises to whichever god you're worshipping this week." Tim said as he used his free hand to block another kick from Paul. In a bid to incapacitate Paul and protect him, Lister and Rimmer from Paul's sharp kicks, Tim performed Paul's favourite move. A swift knee to the groin. Paul's eyes bugged as he doubled up in pain letting out a weak "ohhh." Tears began falling down Paul's cheek but he didn't say anything. Tim let go of Paul who for the second time dropped to the floor with a THUD. Where he gave him a sharp kick in the ribs, causing Paul to duble up further in pain. Tim was about to kick him again when Lister held him back. "Look at him man," Lister said pointing to the sobbing man infront of them, "Don't you think we've proven our point? I don't think he'll be saying anything bad about us again." Tim looked at the ball that was Paul "I guess you're right,"
"Thanks man," said Lister as he and Rimmer walked out of Paul's room. Tim gave Paul a swift kick in the back before he too followed the pair out leaving Paul in his room sobbing noisily.