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WHO: Rimmer and The Cat.
WHERE: Stark Tower and then some as-yet-unnamed seafood restaurant.
WHEN: Lunchtime, 6/23/09.
WARNINGS: Nah.
SUMMARY: The Cat has come to the City. God help the textiles industry.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
It really was the most ridiculous game of Silly Buggers ever played. For Lister to get 'Ported out and the Cat...the CAT, to get 'Ported in. Blech.
The silver Jaguar that Ace Rimmer had purchased two weeks ago wound its way through the traffic of the City, and eventually found a parking spot in front of Stark Tower. Or the Faux-Stark Tower, since Iron Bot had been blown to fragments. Rimmer didn't even bother getting out of the car. He just started laying on the horn, and hoped that the Cat would spot him. Or not! He was easy either way.
He started counting down in his head. The Cat had two minutes. Then Rimmer was leaving.
WHERE: Stark Tower and then some as-yet-unnamed seafood restaurant.
WHEN: Lunchtime, 6/23/09.
WARNINGS: Nah.
SUMMARY: The Cat has come to the City. God help the textiles industry.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
It really was the most ridiculous game of Silly Buggers ever played. For Lister to get 'Ported out and the Cat...the CAT, to get 'Ported in. Blech.
The silver Jaguar that Ace Rimmer had purchased two weeks ago wound its way through the traffic of the City, and eventually found a parking spot in front of Stark Tower. Or the Faux-Stark Tower, since Iron Bot had been blown to fragments. Rimmer didn't even bother getting out of the car. He just started laying on the horn, and hoped that the Cat would spot him. Or not! He was easy either way.
He started counting down in his head. The Cat had two minutes. Then Rimmer was leaving.