A Hero for Our Time

"Only one day. Barely that; just a few hours. That's all I got."

"What are you talking about?" Lister looked up from his knitting. The cats had left a lot of yarn behind, and he realized he hadn't done this in ages.

"That's how long I got to be a hero."

"What?" Lister put his needles down. "The Twinkling Twonk?"

"That's not his name," Rimmer snapped. "Show some respect. He's the one chance I had at being a hero."

"You were Ace Rimmer! For a subjective century, you said!"

"That doesn't count!"

Lister picked up his knitting. "Twonk," he muttered.