"Beggin' your pardon sir. In his case they're more likely to run rather than get their mouth on 'im." He turned around, ready to share their problem with the man that seemed to have a decent amount of displayed buttons.

But he seemed to already know about it, and Lister's brow tensed up, round nose wrinkling in confusion. "Say what? Smegging hell. Admittedly this isn't the first time something of this sort has happened to us, but-"