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Discussion in 'RED DWARF UNIVERSE' started by Gluben, Apr 27, 2009.
6!!!! That's not enough for a glass of watter!!!
Tell me again. How do you "Hang Ten"?
I'll tell you something. Something I've never told anyone. When I was fifteen, I went to Macedonia on a school trip, to the site of Alexander The Great's palace. And for the first time in my whole life, I felt ... I felt I was home. This place was where I belonged. Years later, I got friendly with a hypnotherapist -- Donald -- and told him about the Alexander the Great thing, and he said that he'd regress me back through my past lives. I was dubious, but I let him put me under. It turned out my instincts were absolutely correct -- I had lived a past life in Macedonia. That palace was my home. Because, believe it or not, Lister, he told me that, in a past incarnation, I was Alexander the Great's chief eunuch.
What is it? Are you redy? Balls on stand by sir
Lister to Red Dwarf. We have in our midst a complete smeg pot.
Brains in the anal region. Chin absent presumed missing. Genitalia
small and inoffensive. Of no value or interest.
He will have teath problems caused by fist
What is this place?:?:
We're interlopers inside Mr Rimmer's mind.
Isn't it obvious? The solution is staring you in your stupid, fat, ferrety face.
We have tentacle of dimension-migrating leviathan. We take, insert into a gene-reader- you have serveral in Medi-Lab -and triangulate results with power surge readings and temporal displacement residues recorded in water tank. We then calculate quantum algorithm creature produced to open dimensional membrane then we travel multi-verse. Once computed we have key to dimensional travel, transpose calibrations into mining laser and bingo-jingo we have our very own dimension cutter.
Well, you're quite the worst bunch of famous historical wax droids I've ever had the misfortune to clap my eyes on! You're a total bloody shambles, and if we're going to win this war,someone is gonna have to turn you into soldiers, and that someone, ladies and gentlemen, is ME. Over to you, Kryten.
I'm watching you Ghandi
Reach for the sky, boys! Let's see them understains!
Sir, often iN high stress situations the mind plays tricks on you so its imperetive that we ITS THE WALL!
Where's the cat?
It's taken all my grace, all my style. All my elan... what's it turned me into?
so what is it?
Theee light switch.
Actually sir, we don't ever have existed here any more. But this is hardly the time to be conjugating verbs in the past impossible non-never tense.
That's the metaphorical equivalent of flopping your wedding tackle into a lion's mouth and flicking his love spuds with a wet towel. Total insanity.