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

*Shrieks again. Faints. Awakens to buy concession. Eats. Shrieks and faints again.*

Pauses momentarily...

Ah... Sleeping Beauty! Did you see what that creep Ant is up to?

All of us Noble Heros seem to gather the sleeping beauties around us!

*snicker snicker

If you say so, Narcissus

Well I meant you as well.... But Enough! Avaunt deamon. Back to the firey depths from whence ye came!

Silence- you blasphemus fiend! You're one to call the kettle black!

*shouts*

CHILI! HASHISH! SODA-POP! BEER FOR THE YOUNG-ONES! PEANUTS!

Come on! Eat up! How's a blackguard to fight without food and beer? And a spot of hashish?

(pssst! Fenny, now that you've won, ready to launder those funds and split for our newly-refurbished missle-silo? I've got a mind how to take care of these barbarians, as well as get rid of the missle currently inhabiting our silo! Kill more than two birds with one stone, eh?)

da Baron
Awake at last!

"Baron, you wrong me. So here catch a mime"

This is going to get nasty

Nobody ever said that politics were sweet.

Wot? I've never know a mime that was in politics... I've never known a politician to employ a mime...

*head swirls a bit

I do not employ mimes, they are a dangerous species and I only use them as weapons when I really need to.

This is becoming like the *gnome-throwing competitions* that we all know and love!Make mine a very large beer please Baron
shazz

A mime is a deadly weapon. They are not to be hurled about casually.

I'll second that, Shazz

I always thought that mimes were kind of long and thin - as a general rule mind you. I personally think that you should be able to toss them anywhere you want. They won't complain, for a start.

Beer for the Lady! Here ya go, Shazz!

*Dodges the mime thrown by Marv*

'Ere now! Whot's all this? I'm the bloody concessioner, not a participant in these rude barbarisims you boys have devised! Look'ee there! You've made the poor blighter break his crack pipe! Now what's he gonna do to get that death-like pallor?

*nudges Fenny* (psst! Now's the time for us to scoot, love! The jet awaits, and we've loaded at least twenty mimes for every one thrown here today into the missle we want to move out of our abode!)

*LOUDLY* Now if you're going to be that way about it, I think Fenny and I shall just have to leave this field of dis-honor, and retire to our bunker! Shall we?

da Baron
Co-ruler of the marvelous missle silo with Fenny.

Did you forget someone

Oh dear. More violence.
Mimes... stop walking against the wind and come back here. Yes I KNOW you're all trapped inside big glass boxes but get out of them now!

Use those ropes I always see you with! Get to working Mimes!