The crew are having a nice day of slobbing around. lister's clucking his cheeks, Rimmer's sharpening the welding mallet and the alarm goes off "awooga awooga, abandon ship, this is not a drill, this is a drill *drill noise*" Rimmer: oh no no no, not this again holly. if i remember last time a welsh miner came up and sneezed all over the scanner scope. Holly: No really, there's five black holes on the scanner scope. Rimmer: five! why not ten! i'm not going to listen to you *sticks fingers in ear and hums* can you see where we're going with this one? except this time there are 5 black holes liam out.