Further Future Echoes

Lister hurried down the corridor, trying not to look at anything, or listen to anything, which was proving difficult while hurrying down a corridor. At least they were heading out of the worst of the Echoes, or so Holly had-

"Well we've passed the test, Rimmer. You can let us out."

It was his own voice. He peered around the corner. There was Rimmer, dressed in... smegging hell!

"Why not?"

"Because the King of the Potato People won't let me."

Lister breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know that even in the future, Rimmer was still himself.