Chapter title: The Tongue
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When Kryten heard the whimpers behind the engine room boiler he naturally assumed it was Mr. Rimmer again, recovering from watching Mr. Lister eat lunch. Imagine his surprise when it turned out to be Mr. Lister himself, his face a horrified rictus as he gently rocked back and forth. Four hours were required to draw the story from the traumatised man, at which point Kryten's horror chip went into a meltdown loop. It took a mindwipe and two head changes for the pair to recover fully, but Kryten was never able to watch Cat cleaning his shirts again without short-circuiting.