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

Buhwahwahwahwha!!!

Shazz, Blithe, anyone else new, are you part of the ARSE family now too? Welcome Frink, please don't run away. And put that medication gun down. Monshari, you wanna act buff and help me move YK-47 outta the way?

Birthe. Sorry. I haven't had my coffee/tea/caffinated beverage yet.

I'm not quite dead. [falls over again]

I never said you were. You're just...in the way, that's all. Don't want anyone tripping over you... *Fenchurch drags YK-47 back a bit, then steps in front of him* Okay, now for our next revolution plans- *Unnoticed masses pass behind Fenchurch, tripping over YK-47's comatose body*

ermmm....if you had waited just a moment there...you know maybe put some crime scene tape around him or something....i would of helped you to move him ........then maybe we would not have this pile of people laying around over there on top of him ....but then again, this could be a good thing, for as long as they are on top of him he cannot get anymore of his BRILLIANT (note the sarcasm) ideas
monsy........:-Þ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Monshari, you are truly brilliant. I hereby appoint you the ARSE criminologist. Here is your sticker badge I got from the policemen who pulled my mom over back in '89

*bubbling over with pride *......really??!!!....my very own badge??!!!....i just LOVE IT!!!! ...i will wear it with pride and promise to use the power of this badge wisely and only for good ....
HEY EVERYONE!!!.....SEE MY BADGE FENCURCH GAVE ME!!!!.....AIN'T IT NEAT!!!!!!.......
monsy

Hey, get off me! [gets up and walks through the door. No, he doesn't open it, he walks /through/ it, resulting in a large hole in it.

Hey, get off me! [gets up and walks through the door. No, he doesn't open it, he walks /through/ it, resulting in a large hole in it.]

HEY!!!...GET BACK HERE!!!!!...WE ARE NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!!!!....LOL!!!
monsy

[from outside] What're you going to do?

it won't hurt honest....just come on back in here and we will show you
monsy

[enters with his cyan-blue lightsaber armed] All right, but I'm ready for anything.

come now...i told you it would not hurt and have i ever lied to you before???...trust me, now put that thing down and come over here
monsy

All right, but it's over in my hand at a moment's notice. [He disarms his lightsaber and puts it in a rather conspicuous spot on a chair; then he takes ONE step toward Monsy]

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you have been attacked by a spit bomb!!!!!......the war is on!!!!!! spit now or forever hold your saliva
monsy

my! but that was a good one if i do say so myself...have to move the page to catch it all and look at that the nose and eyes even moved out of the way of it LOL!!!!!...
monsy

I was so impressed I nearly fell down.

Just use the fork, YK...no, really. Here. *Fenchurch tosses him a fork*

No more Mel Brooks movies for Fenchurch.

LOL!!!!..>>>>>>>>>...........>>>>>>>>>>>>...........
monsy

Nooo! Don't give him a fork, he might harm himself!
If he has to fight, give him a spoon!

And tell him not to gag on it.
Gad, you kids

Birthe (at home)