A Shocking Lack of Professionalism

Just as they crested the hill, Rimmer threw a hand up. "Stop!"

Lister, bringing up the rear, slammed into Kryten, who, in turn, nearly dropped a large number of precariously balancing crates.

"Careful," Rimmer snarled. "Those are fragile!"

"If you hadn't told me to stop-"

"Honestly, Ktyten; this is the twilight of sumpters."

"The what of what?" Lister frowned.

"Sumpters! Beasts of burden; pack animals. Or in this case; droid."

Lister rolled his eyes. "He's a cleaning droid."

"Also, sir, we have an auto-lift. If you would read the instructions..."

"Twilight," Rimmer yelled, waving them on.

"Sumpt yours," Lister muttered.