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*you are*
(And that*s not an invitation to start replying *You are, but what about me?*)
Am not.
*Ford waited for this statement to have its effect. It didn't have
any. They didn't know what he was talking about.
He continued.
- It doesn't matter a pair of fetid dingo's kidneys what you all
choose to do from now on. Burn down the forests, anything, it won't make a
scrap of difference. Your future history has already happened. Two million
years you've got and that's it. At the end of that time your race will be
dead, gone and good riddance to you. Remember that, two million years!*
One of several references in the Trilogy, this one Chapter 34, paragraph 47 of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
Which you could have found if you had an ounce of interest, intelligence or skill.
<spit>
I'm busy using my interest, intelligence and skill elsewhere right now, but I spared an ounce of it to get you to do my research for me 
Besides, you got the quote wrong, you lose ten points.
*One of several references*
You pedantic, illiterate fool. I didn't do your research for you, I just pointed the way (obviously I should be using a cattle prod).
I'm sure a cattle prod is your daily modus operandi given subtlety is so far beyond you you wouldn't know it if it bit you on the arse.
Am not.
Where's that slothful ingrate Lentilla these days?
Probably finally rotted away.
I wouldn't know, not in my social circle doncha know.
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