Just as they crested the hill, Rimmer threw a hand up. "Stop!"
Lister, bringing up the rear, slammed into Kryten, who, in turn, nearly dropped a large number of precariously balancing crates.
"Careful," Rimmer snarled. "Those are fragile!"
"If you hadn't told me to stop-"
"Honestly, Ktyten; this is the twilight of sumpters."
"The what of what?" Lister frowned.
"Sumpters! Beasts of burden; pack animals. Or in this case; droid."
Lister rolled his eyes. "He's a cleaning droid."
"Also, sir, we have an auto-lift. If you would read the instructions..."
"Twilight," Rimmer yelled, waving them on.
"Sumpt yours," Lister muttered.