Beast, Part 2. PG.

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Part two of three. Part 1 here.

"Don't try to sell us out to save your skinny arse."

Crit is always good. Written for fanfic100. Little Damn Table.

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[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow suspiciously*

You're not killing Rimmer again, are you? ;))

"That sounded hungry, bud, and I know I'm tasty,"
Great Cat.

It frustrated him to no end, seeing the man so stubbornly refuse to be anything other than a smeghead.
Amen. That's it right there. But it's easy for Lister to say, isn't it?

"Lister, what the smeg are you doing?"
*mimics* "Liiisteehr, what the smeeg are ye doiing!"

*smacks Lister* Oi, you; behave!

left-part armpit-hair
Nice one. I know they're hard to come up with!

in his moments of extreme honesty, he had to confess to himself that maybe he wasn't really a better guitar player than the love child of Eddie Van Halen and Mark Knopfler
Aaah... That's my boy. *cuddles him* :)

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Oh, good - I always worry about writing from Lister's POV.

You bastard! You killed Rimmer for the umpteenth time! *snrt*

Hee - "Craig, stop muckin' about!" I love that because it's so rare you hear him actually speak like himself - er, but this is segueing into the evil thing.