Laura | 37 | She/Her | I love sci-fi, especially Star Trek and Doctor Who, but my one and only love will always be Rimmer from Red Dwarf, and I will not apologise.
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Excuse Me Sir, I Am Trying To Focus.
Excuse me sir, I am trying to focus.
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That was the wrong straw.
Incidentally, that particular one may also have been the last straw.
Lister sighed and leaned further over the trolley.
Rimmer was now, once again, blustering about that single straw being the wrong size and shape and colour. He surely was losing his marbles. Lister rolled his eyes. Now he was shouting about threatening reporting him again.
Lister thought that was unfair.
"I bet you're not even listening, are you?"
He thought that was unfair too. He hadn't been listening. He had been humming and reminiscing about the good old days back in Liverpool.
He missed the pub.
Lister sighed again, even louder, and pulled his hat over his face, rubbing his eyes.
"Why does it even matter?" He groaned.
"It's not like we have to perform a life- saving manoeuvre with a straw!"
"Unfortunately for you, Lister, I take great pride and responsibility in doing the job properly!"
"Yeah and unfortunately for me, you're a total smeg head!"
"That's it, millado, you're on report!"
Lister made a face and leaned back, holding onto the bar at the back of the trolley. He put his feet onto the wheels and felt it rock slightly under his weight. He smiled quietly to himself as Rimmer waffled about job numbers and cleaning blocked nozzles. He'd get him soon.
15 minutes later, they bumped into Todhunter.
Literally.
Much to Rimmer's dismay, Lister had begun using the trolley as a go-kart, and had, completely by accident, raced around a blind corner, totally out of control, and smashed, dirty nozzle end first, into Todhunter.
Who wasn't angry.
Who wasn't instantly filing reports for Lister, like Rimmer expected.
Who was actually laughing with Lister on the floor, head in an odd position between the third technician's legs, chicken soup stains on his shirt and combat boots.
What a world.
God created perfection and we stuck a H on him and called him a smeghead.
I love them both.
(I've been at work all day and need a fix. Of him.)
Guys, you really need to warn me before you post photos like this.
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