Majority Rule

That had been the agreement between them, from day one: One man, one vote.

Lister had been the first to point out the flaw in using this system as a population of two, but Rimmer didn't care. He could hear him, sniggering as Lister attempted to squeeze the last bit of toothpaste out of their communal and aging tube.

"You were the one insisting on vanilla." That nasal whine. "Much shorter shelf-life than mint."

"Mint makes my mouth itch." There was no one there. Not really. Rimmer was long gone, off Acing. Just him now; one man, one voice.

Mostly.