You can have my large sized fast pack when you ... um... pull it off my cold dead waist.
It is funny, I stopped using it for a long time and was using a karnage and an evil one with ejectors (I guess). I liked the velcro pieces that wrapped around my lousy pods and kept the lids on and the paint in when I slid. I have since thrown those pods away and started using my fast pack again. The others gather dust now.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. Apart from pain. And maybe humiliation and obviously death. And failure. But apart from fear, pain and humiliation, failure and the unknown and death we have nothing to fear but fear itself. Who’s with me? -Arnold J. Rimmer