[Rimmer flinches as zombie goo spatters all over him. His face twists in disgust, mouth pulling down and nose wrinkling. This is why he doesn't like to be in the front lines. The front lines are messy. And also dangerous. Messy and dangerous and Rimmer likes neither.
He hopes that zombie guts don't leave stains. Although his clothes are just made of light, and he supposes that staining hologrammatic clothes would take some effort. But if anything could do it, a creature of darkness probably could.]
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He hopes that zombie guts don't leave stains. Although his clothes are just made of light, and he supposes that staining hologrammatic clothes would take some effort. But if anything could do it, a creature of darkness probably could.]
Lovely.