Disclaimer: I can barely be bothered stating the obvious really...

Hiya then! Here's another chapter and its only just 3:30am! Yay! ahem Anyway I hope this last chapter before I go to bed (hopefully) will acheive a few things, despite it's shortness;
1. Is funny.

2. Proves to Lar I haven't forgotten Danny though he still wasn't in it much (Still love him though hugs imaginary Danny cough)

3. Freaks Sian out big time...

"Lister what's this?" Rimmer asked as he picked out a black oblong.

"Oh its brutal man – Got it at the vintage discount store on Titan a few months ago for a few $£ - Came with loads of games as well." Lister explained enthusiastically, taking the item from Rimmer and setting it up to the mains.

"In other words it's junk." Rimmer speculated smugly."

"It is NOT junk, it's early 21st century – It's called a Playstation 3."

"Struggling to care."

"Whatever – Look it's like a pre AR machine thing." Lister explained poring a box of games onto the floor.

"Lister – I did not think it possible for you to annoy me any further but you have now managed it." Rimmer sighed tiredly

"Just look! – 'Grand Theft Auto: New York' 'Tekken 10' 'Resident Evil 6500' '007 – Shark Tooth'"

"Ok, I get the point, just shut your incessant whining you podgy excuse of a human being!" Rimmer spluttered with annoyance.

"You saying I'm fat?" Lister asked in a shocked tone.

"Fat? Every time you move it's like watching a sumo wrestler belly dance."

"Nice description Rimmer." Lister retorted sarcastically as the door opened and Anna walked in.

"Last box… Oh." She began, remembering Danny's request.

"'Oh?' What?" Rimmer snapped.

"Nothing – I'll just leave you two to sort out your problems." She answered shutting the door behind her quietly.

"Remind me never to speak to that woman again."

"Ditto."

Hattie opened the door and shuffled in, followed by Danny a few seconds later.

"Who's all this stuff?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Danny's." Lister replied, staring at the TV as he shot a zombie clear through the brain with a shot gun. "YES! DIE" DIE! DIE!"

"Errr right, you going to move your stuff into your room or are you planning on sleeping in the sitting room?" Hattie asked, wading through the boxes and cases to reach the settee.

"Hey I don't do work."

"But you have a job."

"I've been over this already!"

"Just shift the stuff."

"Ok, ok, god you're being mean – And I was comforting." Danny pointed out as he grabbed a case and disappeared down the corridor.

"Comforting you about what?" Rimmer asked, looking round as she took of Danny's jacket and laid it on the counter.

"Just Howard stuff." She replied

"Ah."

"SMEG! I died!" Lister groaned throwing down the game pad in annoyance.

"What the smeg is that thing?" Hattie asked, sitting next to Rimmer on the settee.

"Playstation 3, from the hall of crap, dated – the dark ages." Rimmer replied, yawning.

"Don't talk smeg man – It's a classic 21st century gaming experience!" Lister argued in a hurt tone as he reloaded his game from his last saved position…