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

< Well I preffered 2... but I enjoyed the start of 1...>

"And you sir are?", continued the officer in the direction of Vanderveer.

"Karl Grey" he said without batting an eyelid.

The officer looked at him suspciously for a moment, then nodded and waved them on. "On your way then gentlemen"

When they had travelled a short distance away. Vanderveer, feeling slightly uneasy, looked back and saw the Police officer still out side his vehicle obviously reporting back to the police station.

"Do you think he suspected anything?", asked Vanderveer.

"Maybe", replied Von Trapp.

"I think we should take him with us", ordered Vanderveer. "Lets go back and 'deal' with him".

The car stopped, and in a quick manouver turned around and amost ran over the police officer. Sreka got out of the car and clobbered him over the head. He opened the boot where upon seeing daylight Anna started screaming again. Sreka then shoved the unconscious police officer in to the boot as well.

"I hope you know what you're doing Vanderveer.", said Daltmoreby.

"Let me worry about the running of this mission."

The car then went off again, with a new passenger.

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"mmmffff mmmmnnngggmmmfffff?" said Anna to her new companion. She didn't get an answer

Strike Force Schwarzwalderkirchtorte wasn't moving very quickly.

Although X and Arthur were making good pace through the grass.
Behind them, the Swiss PM could be heard 'securing the perimeter' with numerous karate sounds and rustling of leaves as Hurtzel followed bringing his sheep, happily chewing on grass.

Sreka on the other hand, was ahead, stubbornly refusing help as he fell over for the fifth time.

Slepp meanwhile sat in bordom, idly humming the tune of 'PostmanN Pat' as he stabbed a letter opener quickly between his fngers.

Slepp meanwhile, sat in bordom, idly humming the tune of 'PostmanN Pat' as he stabbed a letter opener quickly between his fngers.

<okay that's given me ideas - but darn it I'm in the middle of writing my essay - occasional browsing on h2g2 not withstanding - so I'll try and it up later.<<<< It's this bit I'm on about!! >

< just the thought of Arthur and X hacking through the undergrowth - I hadn't got as far as to actully sit down and think of the next segment - that's what I meant: I can sit here and think h2g2 storytime or I can sit her and think Essay rihgt now the second one is more important. Sorry if I gave you a misleading impression. I don't have anything to post right now. >

<*grr*>

The Swiss Premier suddenly let out a short, sharp grunt, dropped to the ground and motioned the others down as well. Rather more reluctantly, they sank into the forest undergrowth.
"A settlement," he growled. "Form a perimeter."

It was a small whitewashed cottage, nestled at the back of a small clearing enclosed by a low stone wall. The sylvan setting, wood panelling, and small leaded windows gave it the sweet appearance of a tourist advertisement sprung to life.

"Watch my back," barked the Premier in an undertone. "Appears to be uninhabited. I'm going recon. Call is 'Donner' - password is 'Blitzen'. Let's move, people..."

Before Arthur or X could protest, he had scrambled out of the hedge and was moving across the garden in a series of crouched sprints and rolls. Sfret tapped Arthur on the shoulder.
"I would not have told you this normally, but...I am worried about him. He has a medical condition, you see. This is a state secret. There are pills that can keep it under control, but they are back at the compound..."
Arthur massaged his temples. "What condition?"
"His personal physician diagnosed it as Schwarzenegger's Syndrome. Quite obscure, nearly unique. I did not understand much of it, but apparently sufferers would experience bouts of prolonged machismo, to the point where they would feel no fear at all. This gung-ho behaviour - this running, and shouting, and whatnot - this is a symptom. Hmm. The sufferers are also, for reasons which are a mystery to science, more likely to go into politics."
Arthur looked at Sfret. Sfret shrugged.
"What could happen if he remains untreated?"
Sfret shuddered.
"It happened once before, at a mediation settlement. The Premier was supposed to be negotiating a deal between the transport worker's union and the state railways. They had to pay off everybody in the building, pay for the major repairs to the roof and settle Herr Kristian's dental bill. Terrible, terrible..."

"Donner!"

The Premier coverted his way back across the lane to settle on his haunches in front of the group, looking obscurely satisfied.
"What was in there?" whispered X.
The Premier blinked. "Hmm. Oh? Nothing. Nothing of interest. Empty."
Arthur shuffled forward. "Apparently there was something interesting - you've been gone for fifteen minutes...what is that on your jacket?"
The Premier dabbed at the white, lumpy substance.

"Oh, alright. I just didn't want to tell you, because there's none left. I, aha, ate it all."
"Ate all of what?"
"Well, I proceeded into the kitchen to find it empty, but - and this is the funniest thing - there were three steaming bowls of *porridge* on the table..."

A huge dark shape reared up behind the Premier and roared.