h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The soft cushions?!?!

*enters bar and asks for a lager shandy*

Got to keep sober, I'm a designated driver. So what's all this about (whisper it quietly) the soft cushions? </>

*several young men enter the bar and a few order drinks while one who apperes to be in charge of this small group watches the barman very very carefully*

*WIRO dispatches of the furthest out man in the group and is gone before the rest can find him*

*the others look around unnerved before the 'leader' leaves the room the others look carefully into different shadows*

*jsut as the leader leaves the room his thoat is slit by an unknown being, he never returns to his group*

*the others look around intently and lower any weapons they had*
*one who still hasent quite got the message yet sips on a martini*

*a small dart appears from no where and hits the martini drinker in the shoulder. attached is a message*


return to reception and register as a visitor, give up, or learn how to do your job</>

*the martini drinker looks at the dart with a puzled expression*

[g3] hey i told you guys they would have a reseption... but did you beleve me... no

[g4] shut up you fool

[g3] dont see why i should take orders from you...

[g4] because i am the one holding a dagger to the small of your back

[g3] ah...

*now because no one likes a bully


g4 suddenly finds that he is no longer holding a dagger, but that there is one firmly pressing into the small of his back*


now that wasn't very nice of you was it?

[g4] *turns a shade of chalk white that the clifts of dover would be proud of* gahhh...

*g4 drops unharmed to the floor and g3 finds that their is now a dagger sitting on the table infront of him*

[g3] well thats very charming...
I wonder if theres a map to the reseption after all we wouldent want to get lost

*a duck enters the room and approaches the group asking if they require any assitance*

*the group look at the duck and after a few moments it is nothing but a colection of feathers lieing on the floor, the group leaves the bar not exactly the way they found it but a lot messyer*

*upon leave the bar the group come face to face with WIRO holding an M60, after a few seconds the group are nothing more than a collection of blood spalters*


poor duck, he never hurt anybody</>

*turns round*

What did I miss?

*surveys blood splatters and various feathers lining the floor*

Oh, just the usual then.

*turns back to drink, then turns round again*

Hang on...

BEWARE OF FEATHERED DOOM!

But not, say, doom with flippers...?