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This story was typed by ME and is copied word by word from issue #16 BETTER THAN LIFE MAGAZINE. This also happens to be the shortes piece of fan-flic I have.

(A Drabble by Aileen McKerr)

Rimmer peered blindly through the smoke that was wafting around the sleeping quarters. He waved his hand in front of his face in a futile attempt to clear the smoke.

He heard groans coming from the bunk area. It was Lister. He was lying on his bunk, moaning and groaning, with a smile on his face and told Rimmer that these groans were not groan of agony.

“I’ve done it,” Lister said in barely more than a whisper.

“Done what?” Rimmer asked.

“I’ve done it,” Lister repeated.

And he had. He had, at last, created a perfect Shami Kebab Diablo.