LOLA spits into RIMMER's face.
RIMMER: I'll take that as a no then, I'll have it neat.
RIMMER downs the whisky, gulping. The smile freezes on his face. He grabs the hat being used as the pot in a card game, and is sick into it.
Music and talk stop. The owner of the hat stands and looms, making RIMMER look shorter than a Clint Eastwood speech. Chairs scrape back from tables.
BEAR STRANGLER MCGEE: A man beans up in the hat of Bear Strangler Mcgee, he's either mighty brave or mighty stupid. Which are you, boy?
RIMMER: Sorry, what were the choices again?
LISTER hands some money to MCGEE.
LISTER: You'll have to forgive our friend, he's a couple of Gunmen short of a posse.
BEAR STRANGLER MCGEE: That pays for the hat. What about the insult?
RIMMER: OK. You're a fat bearded git with breath that could knock-out a grizzly.
LISTER: (Shoving the rest of his money into MCGEE's hands.) Take the lot, man. Rimmer, what is wrong with you?
I'm sure glad that Bear Strangler Kanawa is on our side!