"Ah Lister!" said Rimmer " Thought I could smell something! I see you've arisen from your bed, and oh look it's only 4 in the afternoon. Why so early?"

"Smeg off Rimmer. Kryten, what's going on?"

"Hey buddy, "said the Cat, "Why do you always ask swiss army groinal attactment these questions? You could ask me!"

"OK Cat. What's going on?"

"I don't know, ask Kryten. Why do you need to ask me the hard ones?"

"WHAT THE SMEG IS GOING ON? ANYONE???"

"Now now sir, no need to get your nipple nuts in a nipple knot, we are quite OK. It's just that the engine had stopped running and we are now stranded with no food and will die within 3 days."

"Oh great. That's just smegging marvellous isn't it? Do we have back up power?" Lister exclaimed in a rather high pitched voice as if he'd just slammed his knackers into the groinal attachment on the Artificial Reality (AR) machine, "I nearly lost my knackers on the AR machine when the power went off."

"But sir, we have no back-up power, you used it all last week to watch late night female mudwrestling remember? But there is one suggestion. We could turn Rimmer off, and use his power to comabt the virus"

"What Virus?!!!" exclaimed Lister.