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“What the hell are you doing?” Yells Rimmer as he rushes into the bunk room.
He’s meant to be down in storage, doing his weekly supply check. He wasn’t meant to catch them at it.
“Nothing.” Reply Cat and Lister in unison. Though it’s clearly a lie.
Rimmer scowls at them both.
Lister is currently shirtless and Cat is holding a strange weapon.
“Holly told me you were up to something dangerous. What’s that?” He asks, eyeing Cat worriedly.
Cat shrugs. “A tattoo gun.” Like it’s obvious.
“No. Absolutely not.” He shakes his head. “Give it here.”
Cat pouts. “I’ve been practising!” He says, reluctantly turning the machine off.
Rimmer raises both eyebrows. “You realise it’s permanent right?”
Cat frowns and turns to stare at Lister. This is apparently news to him.
“You want his name on your skin forever?”