Arlo Guthrie eat your heart out.
WHO: Arnold Rimmer, Dave Lister.
WHERE: A very swank motorcycle showroom floor.
WHEN: Backdated to...like...two weeks ago. Beginning of August at least.
WARNINGS: The death of Rimmer's poor, beleaguered wallet.
SUMMARY: Rimmer wrecked Lister's bike. Rimmer owes Lister a new bike. Rimmer has to PAY for Lister's new bike. NNNNNGH.
FORMAT: Paratealdeers.
Forty-thousand. Twenty-nine thousand. Thirty-six thousand. Nineteen-ninety five and some change.
All around him, Rimmer wasn't seeing the motorcycles, the nice engines, the exquisitely engineered exhaust systems, the carefully sculpted leather seats, the chrome and steel and fiberglass. No, he saw none of that. All he saw were the long strings of numbers that indicated price, monthly payments, interest rates. They jumped out and assaulted him, mugged him and riffled through his wallet, taking his poor, innocent credit cards hostage and threatening them with violence.
He never should have stolen Lister's bike. Now he was on the hook for the price of a new one, and Lister was going to make him pay. Every joke about Rimmer being a tight git was going to bite him in the arse now. Lister would needle him, tease him, pick the most expensive bike out of spite. And Raven was just going along with it. Hell, it was her idea!
Sigh. Sigh sigh sigh. This was going to be painful.
WHERE: A very swank motorcycle showroom floor.
WHEN: Backdated to...like...two weeks ago. Beginning of August at least.
WARNINGS: The death of Rimmer's poor, beleaguered wallet.
SUMMARY: Rimmer wrecked Lister's bike. Rimmer owes Lister a new bike. Rimmer has to PAY for Lister's new bike. NNNNNGH.
FORMAT: Paratealdeers.
Forty-thousand. Twenty-nine thousand. Thirty-six thousand. Nineteen-ninety five and some change.
All around him, Rimmer wasn't seeing the motorcycles, the nice engines, the exquisitely engineered exhaust systems, the carefully sculpted leather seats, the chrome and steel and fiberglass. No, he saw none of that. All he saw were the long strings of numbers that indicated price, monthly payments, interest rates. They jumped out and assaulted him, mugged him and riffled through his wallet, taking his poor, innocent credit cards hostage and threatening them with violence.
He never should have stolen Lister's bike. Now he was on the hook for the price of a new one, and Lister was going to make him pay. Every joke about Rimmer being a tight git was going to bite him in the arse now. Lister would needle him, tease him, pick the most expensive bike out of spite. And Raven was just going along with it. Hell, it was her idea!
Sigh. Sigh sigh sigh. This was going to be painful.