Hold me back - please.

“Hold me back!”

Rimmer waggled his fists at the giant woman in front of him. She crossed her arms across her chest.

“I mean it! Nobody insults me like that and gets away with it. Call me tinchy little smeghead, will you? Impugn the size of my manhood? Suggest that my taste in music is infantile? Diagnose me, with absolutely zero rationale, as a self-centered malignant narcissist? Accuse me of having no more than a ten-year-old’s reading level? Of being a virgin?”

He glanced back nervously at Lister. "Uh... hold me back?"

Lister shook his head with a gleeful smile.