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

*sets the room down and ties it to the back of the elephants*
oh my! that is much better i was worried i would never catch up with all of you ....just so happens that the room does contain something similar to a kitchen, has a stove and that is what counts ...better get in there and whip up a fresh batch of brownies for the crew
btw DD, just because Marv is not present at the moment does not mean he is unaware
monsy

Yeah! -Archbishop Marv

Sorry i didn't get back to you earlier, but i think you will agree that it was worth the wait

*[points in the direction of Thirsty and Thirstier standing together supporting a large platform that looks suspiciously like a bar *

What do you think ?

*DD adopts a writting pose similar to kids in school with his arm over his work, just in case any more mistakes lead to near herecies*

*climbs off of Dumb-Ass and climba up to the eight legged bar*

I'll take a Black Bush....make it a double

Help yourself

So, what do you think, maybe a couple of deckchairs, or should i string a few hammocks between the fake palm trees?

Hammocks of course! Make sure to nail the deck chairs down. The swaying of the beasts might cause them to slip off the platform.

Good thinking.

We might have to er...... 'liberate' a native from the next village we pass so we don't have to get out of the hammocks so often.

I wouldn't want Thirsty and Thirstier to get tired trying to keep up with the drink orders.

Ahh...I have just the thing....

*reaches into pocket and removes what appears to be a dried raisin wearing a white tuxedo*

All I have to do is add water...I knew this thing would come in handy..

*pours water over raisin...raisin begins to grow into the shape of Issaac...the bar tender from the television program "The Love Boat"*

Ah yes, that should do the trick nicely

Although i absolutely refuse to allow the playing of the theme song in this establishment at any time !!!!

*wandering along from the approaching village looking slightly bemused* What on earth... or h2g2... are you lot up to! The church is deserted and it should be choir practice tonight! Oh well... lucky I have my portable organ with me( not to mention my massage oils!)The House of Relaxation is a little quiet at the moment... I think that the slight lingering smell of burnt Sporky may have something to do with that... and the fact that our dear Monsy had a temporary burst of cannabalism and frightened all my customers away! So... is there room for my kind of expertise on this journey? I have an elephant parked up around the corner... Basso Profundo by name
shazzPRME

* Mustapha the Apronkeeping Stylite slowly regains consciousness after his fall from the pillar. As he begins to climb back up, thoughts of 'Crusade' creep into his head. *

*Mustapha tries to climb invisible pillar not realizing that just moments ago said pillar had crumbled causing him to fall headlong into the ground...............Must be the head injury*

I thought the one thing we had been certain about was that it was -not- in the room. *confuzzledly twitches whiskers, tailtip flicks nervously*

Burn invisible pillar! Burn! Burn!

*strolls out of the kitchen for a moment*
(posted one week ago by Baron Bear Siide : "IT" is in this room...whatever it is.... )
*pours a bucket of vodka over Bluebottles head in an attempt to cool his burning desires*
*returns to the kitchen and continues prepairing the brownies*
monsy

*DD writes*

The pillars they burnt with a glorious glow, and they cooked brownies by the fire. And Eron the local chieftain played a four stringed instrument as they watched the pillars burn.

[Finally taking the brownie from Mari-rae, with a mumble of thanks]

Whoops, I feel I must apologise for my previous lack of knowledge of where I am. It appears that it is I who fell through a rip in the sub-space continuum, thus depositing me in the middle of your little soiree.
Still, I'm here now. Did I tell you I can juggle twenty brownies at a time, whilst singing Eidleweiss backwards? Pretty impressive for an animal with no hands and restricted vocal chords, I think you'll agree

No need to apologize, Jim, just Share and Enjoy!

Dr. D

*Becoming more and more "church-ladyish" as this trip goes on.*

Well Jim, isn't that special! And Linus, you are a sight for sore eyes and for parched throat. Isaac, I'll take a triple martini. Mustapha, dear, you are sitting on my lawn chair, on top of Emma. There are no pillars here. (soothingly) Not to worry.

*Casts baleful glance at Bluebottle.* Better not let Zed hear you going on like that about burning things.