Oh, you mean have I passed my Firearms Proficiency Exam, as required by Space Corps Directive seven-zero-three-fffffffffffffffffffff--
[Rimmer had been hoping to show off for Kay his knowledge of Space Corps Directives, but half-way in the pressure started feeling very test-like. And then Kay was pointing a gun at him, and it was just like one of his nightmares where the exam official puts a gun to his head and tells him that he has to pass or else the brain pan gets it (only in that nightmare the testing official was wearing pink samurai armour for some unknown reason), and...it's all too much.
Rimmer faints.
It's basically like ducking. He's out of the way of Kay's shot, in any case.]
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[Rimmer had been hoping to show off for Kay his knowledge of Space Corps Directives, but half-way in the pressure started feeling very test-like. And then Kay was pointing a gun at him, and it was just like one of his nightmares where the exam official puts a gun to his head and tells him that he has to pass or else the brain pan gets it (only in that nightmare the testing official was wearing pink samurai armour for some unknown reason), and...it's all too much.
Rimmer faints.
It's basically like ducking. He's out of the way of Kay's shot, in any case.]