Where do I begin? There are so many.In the eyes of my parent's I am their worst failure. I was never going to compare to John, Frank or Howard
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On a brief trip downstairs on Christmas day Rimmer was presented with Lister's present to him. Upon returning to his room and opening the gift he found it was some of the Armie du Noir, some of the very same carved wooden figures he'd let Lister (in what he sometimes though of as a mad fit) burn while he was awaiting rescue on the ice planet.
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After this Rimmer is back in his room. Lying on the bed, staring straight up at the ceiling above him, he isn't feel particularly amazing as of now, even more than his usual bitter self. He also forgot his book.
Rimmer having not been seen properly in the bar for the past few days, he's spent most of his time spent brooding in his room, as well as making it more like home. He's managed to acquire books about astrophysics amongst other related subjects. So now his room is buried under lots of screwed up paper from failed attempts at various questions and
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