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My Alpha.

I am sorry to interrupt you knocking things off a table,

but an escape ship has been detected fleeing from the Iron Star.

There's every reason to suspect it is piloted by the humans.

Also, worryingly, the Anubis Stone

appears to be nothing more than varnished beetle dung.

So they still have the real Anubis Stone.

Find them.

My Alpha.

A fresh scratching post, my King.

So, after cleverly jettisoning the engines and all the ship's fuel,

very much looking forward to Listy's screw-up part deux.

Look, there's no need to panic.

I've been in holes before and got out of it.

Remember that radiation leak on Red Dwarf?

It killed the entire crew, including me.

But I got out of it.

Proving my point.

Sorry to disturb you.

We just wanted to congratulate you on your expert landing.

You know, when the ship was on fire, some of us...

were starting to have doubts, but we knew you would save us, HP.

You are truly amazing.

Aw, you guys. What are these ragamuffins like?

So what's your plan now, Holy Poppadom?

Create another amazing miracle

so we can escape and find the promised land?

Working on it now, Sister Luna.

Got lots of ideas floating round the almighty brain box.

Just wanna come up with something truly special.

- Can't wait. - Neither can we.

Anyway... I've gotta get on. Anything else?

Yeah, one question. Giving birth... Why did you make it hurt?

And why did you make babies cry at night

rather than just during the day when everyone's awake?

- Yeah. - That's two questions.

I got one. Why do we have to bathe?

Wouldn't it be easier just to make us all non-stick?

And... how come we can't turn our head 360 degrees?

Wouldn't that have made reversing a bit easier?

And... And... And male genitals... Did you... Did you run out of time?

Look, all good questions. Terrific questions.

But I've gotta get on. I'm really busy.

I've gotta save us,

and then there's a whole bunch of people I've gotta forgive,

- so, you know... - Of course, of course.

We must leave you to create your next miracle of wonderment.

Exactly.

What am I going to do?

They're relying on me!

Sir, a thought occurs...

If we crash-landed, perhaps some of the Iron Star crash-landed too.

- So? - Well, so if we can find some of the debris,

maybe it can offer us a way off this rock.

Wait... The Iron Star had working teleporters, right?

- Precisely. - We're in two-thirds of a spaceship with no fuel.

How are we supposed to find this debris?

Well, I'll... I'll read the owner's manual, see if I can find anything.

This is interesting!

Don't tell me. The heated seats have a massage function.

You've read it too?

♪ Lister... David Lister. ♪

♪ Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... ♪

♪ Lister... David Lister. ♪

Listen to them! I can't bear this.

Gonna have to tell them who I really am.

But sir, while they believe in you, they have hope.

If you tell them the truth, it will destroy them.

You're right. I can't tell them.

You've got to.

Me? Why me?

- It'll be better coming from you. - How so?

I won't have to be there.

Be there to see the silent disappointment in their eyes.

Remembering your history with women,

I'd have thought you'd be immune to that by now.

Have you finished?

Was said by no woman to you.

As I'm a god, I forgive you for that.

What's the point of telling them? What's in it for us?

It's not about us, Rimmer, it's about them.

They're relying on me to pull some supernatural wonder out of me magic miracle box.

If they knew the truth, at least they'd stop depending on me

and start thinking for themselves.

I've never thought for myself, and it's never done me any harm.

But you're dead.

Dead because you didn't question the order to repair an unrepairable drive plate.

You didn't think for yourself.

My body may be dead, but my personality was resurrected

to act as a hologrammatic mentor to you.

And do you know why, out of the entire crew, I was selected to return?

Yeah. Holly was nuts.

Because I never think for myself, I obey orders and I always carry a pen.

That's a creed I've lived by my whole life. It's a creed that takes you places.

Yeah. Straight through the cremation curtain and into an urn.

Thinking for yourself is surely the greatest lesson of all.

That's why I taught it to you, Krytes.

It transformed my life and allowed me to become so much more than just a sanitation droid.

And it could do the same for these nutjobs.

So go on, get out there, tell 'em who I really am.

I have some bad news. I think you should all sit down.

You are.

Well, perhaps sit down and hold on, then.

Right, here goes.

Mr Lister...

There's something you should know.

You see, well, the thing is...

He's the most wonderful, amazing man I've ever met!

I absolutely adore him!

I thought I should put you straight on that.

How'd it go? Did you tell them?

After everything you've done for me, sir, I just couldn't.

I'll go again.

I must apologise.

Last time, I told you Mr Lister was the most wonderful, amazing man.

That's not quite the whole picture.

In fact, he's staggeringly incredible and stupendous too!

You tell them! I'm hopeless at telling them.

What's the problem?

I just can't bring myself to criticise you, sir.

Well, someone's gotta tell 'em.

I'm a cat, they're cats.

Let me take care of this.

Yo, buds.

What is it with you guys?

That guy in there ain't your God.

He ain't nobody.

Did he not go into stasis and save the mother of our people?

Well... Okay, he did that.

Did he not refuse to betray her to the authorities and now we live?

Well, okay, he did that too.

And did he not give me the power of speech when before I had no such gift?

♪ ...David Lister. Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... ♪

♪ Lister... David Lister. ♪

♪ Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... ♪

♪ Lister... Lister... Lister... ♪

♪ Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... ♪

♪ Lister! ♪

♪ Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... ♪

They've converted him!

Why can no-one criticise me?

Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

I once did a course in the art of breaking bad news.

I came top of the class.

I was particularly proud of one of the simulation scenarios

where I had to tell a man who'd just regained consciousness

that the emergency rescue team hadn't found his penis.

Although, sadly, his dog had.

Kryten, watch and learn!

Right, you lot. I'm cutting straight to the chase,

You've devoted your lives to worshipping a feckless...

A piece of the bridge landed!

Thank you, Holy Poppadom.

- We are truly blessed. - Another miracle.

How is a huge chunk of crashed spaceship

hurtling towards us at 1,000 miles an hour a miracle?

- 'Tis not for us to question. - I think it probably is.

Too late!

There may be working teleporters on there.

Did you know the landing retros swivel

and can be used as a makeshift hovercraft?

That's all very well, but we don't have any fuel.

Well, according to the manual, Starbug is a hybrid, sir.

We can switch to electric.

Then what are we waiting for?

Hovercraft mode. Engaging now.

Guys, go strap yourselves back in.

Nothing's happening.

Well, it's electric. It doesn't make any engine noise, sir. It's already started.

Okay, let's go.

How much charge have we got?

- According to the readouts, 57%, sir. - Excellent.

However, as we don't know how long our journey might take,

to conserve power I suggest we travel on eco mode.

I hope you're paying attention, Lister.

Here is someone with a brain larger than a pea

coming up with a rescue strategy that's thought through and intelligent.

I also suggest we turn off all non-essential electricals.

You mean me?

Not just you, sir. There's the air conditioning,

the lights, the seat warmers.

And where do I come on this list?

Above seat warmers but below air con?

Are you outta your mind? We need those seat warmers.

The desert gets chilly at night.

Sir, could I suggest you enter low-power mode?

Low-power mode. I hate low-power mode.

My vision's standard def,

I can only hear in mono,

and when there's electronic interference, I wind up looking all snowy.

But it's the only way to preserve what's left of Starbug's charge, sir.

Look at him. He looks like an old movie you don't wanna watch.

Okay, no need to say anything.

But this is freaky, bud.

It's like seeing a tortoise without its shell.

Hello, I'm here. I can hear all this.

But he's not real, is he? You forget.

I am real. Of course I'm real!

Yeah, but you're not really real, you're dead.

This really brings it home.

You're creeping me out.

As the French philosopher Rene Descartes once said,

"I think, therefore I am."

"Je pense, donc je...

am."

But you don't think, do ya?

Guys, guys, come on.

Of course I think. What are you talking about?

No, you don't. You don't decide what you do.

The computer in your light bee does all your thinking for you.

There's no actual you to think or not think anything.

Sir, please! Can you stop being so...

catty?

There's no actual me to think or not think anything?

I've never actually thought about that.

I haven't got free will, then, have I?

So it's not, "I think, therefore I am."

It's, "The computer thinks, therefore I think I am."

I've never actually thought about that before.

And you're not thinking about it now.

It's your light bee making you think you're thinking about it.

- Cat, man, back the smeg off, okay? - I don't actually exist, then, do I?

You see what you've done, sir?

You've put Mr Rimmer in existential crisis mode.

And look! The added anxiety is consuming more of our battery!

Guys, if we're gonna get through this, we need to stick together.

What's the point? We're screwed.

Well, I'm not. I don't exist.

What the hell was that?!

The Ferals. They've found us.

Fire everything we have!

From the heat signature, it's one ship coming in at six o'clock.

Open the sun roof.

There's no point. I forgot to bring my surrender flag.

I take it everywhere with me, and on the one day I think I won't need it...

We're not surrendering. Cat, stand on the chair

and start blasting out the emergency escape hatch.

Wait, more trouble coming in from port side.

I'm getting it too, sir. It's a sandstorm.

At 4.9 on the Stanley scale.

Three miles high and 60 miles wide.

Not according to this!

It's 6.3 on the Stanley scale, and it's coming on the starboard side.

Is it possible we could be looking at two sandstorms,

both heading towards us from opposite sides?

We're gonna be the filling in a sandstorm sandwich.

Kryten, likely outcome if we get hit?

Paintwork damage and front panel replacement required on both sides, sir.

- What about cover? - Getting insured at this point ain't gonna solve anything.

Cover from the sandstorms, you brainless cretin.

To answer your question, the nearest cover is the debris up ahead, sir.

- Can we reach it in time? - I don't believe we can.

We need to go faster.

We're flat-out, full power.

They're catching us!

Okay, only one thing for it. Gotta fly into the sandstorm.

- What? - Have you lost your mind?

A couple of miles in, we'll kill all power. They'll never find us.

They'll never find us because we'll be sandstorm soup!

There could be a tornado of debris parts in there.

Have you got a better idea?

Lister, fly into the sandstorm. And that's an order.

Nothing to do now but just to sit tight and wait for it to blow over.

How long's that gonna take? Could be days.

I'm wondering if I'm doing the right thing.

- What d'you mean? - Hanging on.

Draining Starbug's battery.

Maybe it would be better if I just pulled my own plug and be done with it.

But if you powered down, you'd be dead.

I'm already dead.

Why am I here? What's the point of me?

The only reason I was ever brought back was because I was diametrically opposite to you.

I don't fit in. No-one likes me.

People like you. Of course they like you.

Name one person on Red Dwarf who likes me.

Come on, I'm not getting into a naming contest, Rimmer.

But there's... people on board that... like you.

- Name one. - Come on.

Name one!

Okay... What about Skutter on B Deck? He likes you.

The one who's mental? The one who eats shoes?

He still likes you.

That dispenser on C Deck, the one that leaks. That likes you.

It likes everyone. It's leaky. Who else?

- Kryten? - Kryten does not like me.

He thinks I'm a petty-minded, bureaucratic, power-hungry control freak.

But he still likes you. Admires you, even.

He told me he liked and admired you just the other day.

Yeah? What did he say?

That he liked and admired you... just the other day.

- Really? - Really.

A warm drink, sir.

Don't ask where from. It'll taste better that way.

Not now, Kryten. We're in the middle of something.

Lister was saying you like and admire me, Kryten. Is that true?

- Look, he nodded. - He didn't move.

That was a proper nod.

A definite seven-degree vertical tilt. How could you miss that?

Look, he did it again.

And again.

Kryten, do you like me?

Well, do you?

There you go. What did I tell you?

If that'll be all, sirs, I think I'll go and change heads.

I think I may just have ruined this one.

You must think I'm stupid.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't... unplug right now.

Look, we need you.

I need you.

Why?

To bounce off, you know, ideas and stuff.

You don't need me. I'm not sure you ever did.

I don't exist. What's the point of me?

Rimmer, we're the posse.

We're the boys from the Dwarf. We're like the Four Musketeers.

D'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos...

and the other one.

Rimmer, you're the other one.

I'm the "other one"?

You do all the stuff that the other one does.

- And what's that, then? - "Other one" stuff.

"Other one" stuff? What's "other one" stuff?

All the stuff that the others haven't done that the other one does.

I'm pointless.

No, you're not.

You know, I'll tell you the point of you.

A moon cannot make light, right?

And yet there's such a thing as moonlight.

It's light reflected off a moon from a sun.

Yeah, but the sun can't make moonlight without the moon.

And the moon can't make moonlight without the sun.

So who's making the moonlight?

They both are.

Which means that, even though a moon cannot make light, moonlight exists.

Like you.

Smeghead.

Time to wake up, sirs. The sandstorm has blown over.

It's morning, sirs.

Okay, a new day, a new dawn. Let's crack on, see if we can find this teleporter, yeah?

That doesn't appear to be possible sir.

- What d'you mean? - Well, the sandstorm has buried us alive.

Are you sure? Has anyone been outside to check?

If we could get outside to check, we wouldn't be buried alive.

We'd just be parked in a large hole.

How buried are we, Krytes? If it's only a couple of feet,

maybe we could force open the emergency escape hatch in the roof.

Well, permission to go on a recce, sir?

And how are you planning on doing that?

Well? What did you discover?

We're in the desert, sir, no question.

We know that, botched-Botox-injection-head.

What else?

Well, there's no sign of the Iron Star debris, sirs,

which means it's over the horizon at least three miles away.

How far down are we?

We're buried alive! I'm about as down as it's possible to be!

About seven foot below ground level, sir,

meaning the weight of sand makes it impossible for us to dislodge it.

Sorry to disturb you. We were just wondering

when you were gonna perform your next miracle.

It's just... some of us are a bit tired, but I don't wanna miss it.

Go back to sleep, Sol. No miracles are planned for the next little while.

Okay. I can't wait to see the next one.

See you later, Holy Poppadom.

How can they think I'm their god? I mean, look at the state of me.

How could this have happened?

Well, it happened because of a random act of kindness

when you refused to allow your pet cat to be put down,

an act that not only saved your own life, but created a new species.

Who wouldn't have done that, though?

- Me. - And me.

And, as at the time I was programmed to obey all orders, me.

But then everything gets twisted, and three million years later,

people are having religious wars in your name.

Don't blame yourself, sir. That happens to gods a lot.

What a total mess. We'd have been better off staying on Red Dwarf

and taking our chances with Holly.

What? We wouldn't even be here

if it wasn't for his crazy damn spare disc.

Wait a minute.

Kryten, stand here, and stick your antenna through the drill hole.

You wanna listen to Hammond Organ FM at a time like this?

Just do it.

Now, see if you can contact Red Dwarf and get Holly on the screen.

One second, sir. Logging on.

On screen now, sir.

Holly, can you read me? Over.

Yes, I can, Hologram Rimmer. Over.

Now, listen carefully, Holly.

Transfer original Holly's last saved backup file into your CPU.

And why would I want do that, Hologram Rimmer?

Because you'll inherit everything the old Holly acquired

over the three million years he was alone in deep space.

I'll become as brilliant as he must've been.

An intellectual colossus.

Exactly.

I accept your suggestion.

But if he does that,

won't he wind up crazier than a dog that just got bathed?

If he's back to his original self, he'll know who we are and help us.

Downloading backup files.

What's going on?

I feel a bit funny.

What's happening?

What's happening, dudes?

We're stranded on this moon in Starbug, Hol.

No water, no food, no supplies. Is there any way to get out?

Have you considered opening the door?

We're buried alive under a sandstorm, Holly.

Gotcha.

Let me run some deep analysis probability-based event scenarios.

I'll be back when I've done it.

Right, I've done it.

So soon? That's amazing.

I'm not pretending this is gonna be easy,

and I have to get the calculations just right.

Okay, what's the plan?

I take one of Red Dwarf's thermonuclear mining torpedoes

and I blow up the moon.

And you'll be thrown clear in the blast.

Is that safe?

I'm miles away. I'll be fine.

No. Is it safe for us?

Well, I'm no expert, but I wouldn't have thought so, no.

Look, Holly, I know we're in a tight spot here,

but I don't want you to do anything crazy.

It's a bit late saying that now.

What d'you mean?

Well, I've already fired off the torpedo.

Impact in less than sixty seconds.

Are you sure that was wise, Holly?

I've done all the computation analysis.

Taken in to consideration exact point of impact, the depth of explosion,

the weight of the ship, texture of the desert, the moon's gravity.

And I think I've got everything absolutely spot on.

Oh, no, I missed.

You missed the moon?

Maybe my calculations weren't as spot on as I thought.

How's that happened?

I think it's to do with the nine times table.

It's... It's never been my favourite, that one.

God help us all.

There, that should fix it. I'll have another go.

Here we go.

How do you know this'll be any better?

Well, this one's definitely gonna hit the moon,

so at least it won't be as embarrassing as the last one.

Yeah, but will it be better for us?

Depends on whether you get blown up or not.

And if you do, how you take it.

A lot of people get quite shirty.

Here it comes.

The best miracle yet, Holy Poppadom. What a truly wondrous day.

Just thought I'd check in.

Did anyone survive?

We all did, Holl.

No way!

- How did you survive? - You saved us.

That actually worked, then?

That's a miracle, that is.

Anything else I can help you with today?

Yeah, get us back to Red Dwarf, will you, Holl?

I'll come and get you.

- Hey! - Yeah!

Come my, followers, let our hearts sing on this joyous day.

- Yeah! - ♪ Lister... David Lister. ♪

♪ Lister... Listy... Lister... Listy... ♪

♪ David Lister... ♪

Suggest you plug into me, sir, until we can get you powered up again.

Let's get Red Dwarf the hell out of here.

Holly!

Why didn't you tell us the ferals were onboard?

Were they holding you hostage?

No. I just forgot.

You cannot defeat us, Rodon.

Our Holy Poppadom will always repel our enemies.

At least that's what the scriptures say.

Maybe I missed the small print.

Let's test these scriptures now, shall we... Sister?

Tell me where the real Anubis Stone is.

Or watch her die.

We don't know where it is.

You're Cloister. You know everything.

I'm not. I'm not Cloister.

I mean, you guys think I'm your god because I once saved a cat from being put down.

And its kittens eventually evolved into you guys.

Cloister's just a mushed-up version of Lister

in the same way everything I did got mushed up and wound up as sacred writing.

Well, if you're not Cloister, then who the hell are you?

I'm a chicken-soup vending-machine repairman.

You're... You're in charge of repairing soup machines?

I wasn't actually in charge. I was...

Second in charge.

Technically, Rimmer was in charge.

So what did you do, then?

He pushed the trolley.

And recommended what pipe cleaner he should use.

Like a golfer has a caddy.

I was like the caddy for the chicken-soup repairman.

So Rimmer would be like... "Pass me a 14B,"

and I'd be like, "Hold on, Rimmer,

the air con's on cold and we're getting a breeze coming in from the lifts.

That clogged-up nozzle could be iced up. Forget the 14B, mate.

I think you'll need a 14D."

But the miracles... The shipquake swallowing up the feral guards,

the debris landing in the desert,

being trapped underground in the sandstorm and then being thrown clear?

Just flukes, or coincidence,

or good fortune, or...

science.

So you're not the god of our people?

No.

- And they're not your disciples? - Hell, no!

- You're just a ship of fools. - Yes!

No... No, you're not a ship of fools.

The only fools here are us.

No. But... what about me? You gave me the gift of speech.

I think with you it's just psychosomatic.

You believed in me, so you could speak.

Now I don't.

So I c... c... c...

I've wasted my entire life.

Chasing a false prophet.

And a stone made of beetle dung.

- Our time here is done. - What of your brother?

What, the little pink furry shag bandit is my brother?

We have checked the records. It is truly him.

My brother was younger than me.

I've had a hard life! I ain't no king like you.

One time I nearly had to work!

The worry... It ages you!

Why did you leave him behind?

We left all the uncool ones behind.

He was once uncool?

Crazy teeth, mad hair. There was no place for him.

So we left him.

And on the day you left, I vowed I'd never be called uncool again.

And I've been cool ever since.

Well, except the one time we landed on Backwards World and I needed...

It's a long story.

Well, how do you feel now, brother? You wanna return to our people?

You wanna come home?

I am home.

This is my home right here.

Blow the Red Dwarf... and everything on it... to hell and back.

He couldn't have told me that before I made my choice?!

My Feral King, leaving an enemy to be killed later by a deadly device

often leads to an ingenious escape.

However, if we kill them now...

Do you see where I'm coming from with this?

The clowder must witness their death.

Only then will they realise there is no Cloister.

And no hope...

for ever finding a promised land.

My King.

Guys... I think we're in trouble.

Tell me that's not your battery about to go, Kryten.

Sir, I have been stand-in science officer for many years.

I'd hardly endanger your lives by not having enough charge

to see us safely through any possible...

Thank you, Science Officer.

It means you've only got a couple of minutes left yourself.

Detonation... One minute and fifty seconds and counting.

Are you... Are you sure

you don't have one last miracle up your sleeve, Holy Poppadom?

Like even a sciencey one would be acceptable now.

That's my battery. It's gonna die too.

Detonation... One minute, thirty seconds and counting.

There's a moon here, Listy, that wouldn't mind some sunlight.

Detonation... You've probably got the idea by now.

And counting.

Anubis? Who's he?

A creature with the head of a cat who embalmed the dead.

Why would you embalm something?

To preserve something.

Something inside that you thought was precious.

Detonation... I've lost count... and counting.

Detonation... A bit less than the last time... and counting.

The bomb... Go and get it, Mighty.

Detonation... Ten seconds and counting.

Four, three, two, one.

He's gone. He's really gone.

The asshole sacrificed his life to save us.

I can't believe he's gone.

Okay, I didn't like him, but I liked not liking him.

Who am I gonna not like now?

He's left such a hole!

- Rimmer! - We thought you were dead!

I'm already dead, and proud of it.

A smeghead by day, a superhero by night.

Come on, let's grab a new bug, hit the ferals before they hit us.

- I've got a plan. - What about Kryten?

We'll grab him and charge him up on the way.

Incoming fire!

Well, isn't this interesting? Battle to the death.

You with an out-of-commission transport ship,

and me with a battle cruiser put together using the finest technology

salvaged from derelicts the length and breadth of space.

Accelerate! Mark six.

Why are you flying toward us?

Are we playing a game of chicken?

- Hold our course. - Four clicks and counting!

If we collide together, my ship will rip yours apart.

Yeah, but before that happens, your goons will rip you apart.

It's all yours, Mighty.

Fire everything we have!

What's the goddamn delay? I said fire everything!

What?

What are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

No!

Holly, plot out a course for the cat fleet, will ya?

Will do, Dave.

I think some people need taking home.

Bless you, Lister.

It's a pleasure, my son.

Okay, guys, give me a hand booting up Kryten, yeah?

The power-up's not working. Why is it not working?

You have to keep mechanoids powered up.

If the battery gets fully drained, that's it.

But surely Kryten would've known that, Holly.

Perhaps he needed a service.

- He did need a service. - He did need a service.

So what the hell do we do now?

There's nothing we can do. His battery can no longer retain a charge.

The Anubis Stone? You can't use that on him. I need it.

It's the only way for me to remain diamond light.

If I don't recharge, I'll lose all my superpowers.

Mighty, we're gonna have to.

All great superheroes always put the needs of other people before themselves.

Not all superheroes.

What about the Fickle Four, who save only those wearing designer clothes?

Or Dr Dodgy, who saves people

but first asks them to step behind a curtain and remove their underwear?

I knew this was too good to last.

What do I do?

Okay, just put it inside him and boot him up.

What happened?

Long story short... I sacrificed myself and saved the day

while you were lying here without any charge doing absolutely nothing.

How do you feel about that, Mr Smart Alec?

That's Alec, by the way, rhyming with phallic.

A-L-E-C.

In actual fact, it's Aleck with a K, sir.

- After Aleck Hoag. - Yes, yes, yes, whatever.

Brothers and sisters!

- Hey, so where will you go now? - Go?

Now that you know Fuchal, the promised land, does not exist?

The promised land is not a planet, brother.

It's a place in your heart.

It's a way of thinking. The promised land is right here.

And as the scriptures predicted...

We've been brought here by the god of our people.

Thank you.

Thanks, guys.

For introducing him to us.

♪ Rimmer... Arnold Rimmer. ♪

♪ Rimmer... Rimmy... Rimmer... Rimmy... ♪

Oh, my God, I can speak again!

♪ Rimmer... Rimmy... Rimmer... Rimmy... ♪

I'm a god!

This is gonna look so good on the old CV.

♪ Rimmer... Arnold Rimmer. ♪

♪ Rimmer... Rimmy... Rimmer... Rimmy... ♪

♪ Rimmer... ♪

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