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

*stops flipping and gets morose*
phooey! just getting pumped up and everybody leaves!
probably because everybody else is just going to bed whenever i get here. oh, well. the show must go on!

*brings out sax and summons Twinkie the Sax Sprite*
hey Twink! ready to jam? oh, yeah, i forgot, you can't talk!

Hmmph. Everyone leaves indeed...
*sighs at once again being so overlooked...and goes over to inspect the odd-looking blue thing that is being refered to as "Twink"*

and a one, and a two....
*pops into a sax medley while Twinkie the Sax Sprite dances around in
the air sprinkling fairy dust all over the cafe aand on Odradek*

*begins an uncontrollable sneezing fit...Diogenes thoughtfully orders her an anti-histamine through the llEM*

whoo! what a fab morning! (in the u.S., anyway)
methinks i could use a little more mood juice. say, i wonder if i could get some from the IIEM? it's just a figure of speech, but why not try?
hey IIEM, gimme some mood juice!
*IIEM pops out psychedelic-looking drink which looks like a rainbow oil spill in a cup*
far out! *drinks mood juice*
hey, that's great stuff!
i feel the mood flowin through me now!
*breaks into abstract jazz pieces in a frenzy of mood juice-induced creativity*
wow! i need a break, and besides, i'd better get to work!
see you later, anyone who's left! (probably in the morning for you British folk)
come on, twinkie!*sucks fairy back into sax and departs singing*

*Pierrot flys down and drinks the last of the mood juice. He hops on one foot for a while, then breaks into an immitation of Bahb's sax.*

Pierrot: Eat your hear out Kenny G

*blowing nose*
All alone again.
Gah. And with a stuffy nose. Thank you for the cold meds, though, Digi. Very kind.
*cat on windowsil nods, blinks once*
Hmm. *peers into teacup*
Agh. There's fairy-dust all in my mug.
*heads to sink, rinses cup. Fairy dust remains; she rinses again.*
Persistent stuff. Can l have another one, please, llEM?
*surveys the menagerie* Would anyone else like anything?

Oh hi, Garius. Want anything? l'm firing up the llEM...

Huh. False alarm, l guess.
Nice performance, though, Pierriot. Plus you don't scatter about all that dust...

*Addressing the animals and no one else in particular*
Well, l really ought to get out for a bit, being as l've been here all day and done absolutely nothing constructive. Quite able to hold down the fort, you three?
*Ook, who has taken over Odradek's crossword she began attempting so long ago, waves distractedly. Pierriot squauks assentingly*
Well, that's good, then. l'll see you all later.
How about you, Digi?
*cat leaps down from windowsill, rubs against leg, and blinks plaintively*
Oh, what? Want to come with me?
*bends down and scoops him up; he attatches himself to her shoulder*
Well...l'm surprised at the sudden affection, but sure...
See you all later!

*arrives from back door*
What's this blue sparkly stuff? Ook, bus the tables, would you?
*gets cleaning bot out of the broom closet and directs it to do floors*

*Lil looks bleakly at Diogenes* Young feline, have I got a surprise for you. Her name is Greebo T. Cat and she is the Undisputed Center of the Feline Universe, not to mention most other universes, not to mention Queen of Donut Consumption.

*the cleaning bot begins to waltz with Ook* Oh dear.

I think I'll just get some tea and let this work itself out. *Goes to IIEM, stops short and sniffs* Oho! Mood juice! Well, I think I'll change the filters, then. Not that I don't like mood juice, but we serve an unadulterated product here. *changes filters*

*the cleaning bot is doing long sliding swooshes up and down the floor*

IIEM, an A L Special please.

G'morning all. Make that 2 A L specials please IIEM. Mmmm I wonder what an A L special is? Delicate sniff.

*Wanders in, late as usual.*
Is it still Friday?
Saturday lunch-time please, IIEM.
*A king-size duvet, several pillows and an empty bottle of Lagavulin materialise and arrange themselves around and over Dr J's recumbent form*

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

*the cleaning bot has diligently collected all remaining blue dust and put itself back in the closet, from whence emerge occasional giggles*


Hi Looney -- the A L Special is quite simple: a sweet and rather milky cup of coffee with an apple spice donut.

Oh dear. I will pass on the A L. Cow milk is for calves. Fejoa tea will be fine thanks.

Very good, sir. It's a breakfast item anyway.
My wee monograph on the death of a cat got buried a bit, in the last thread. Did you get a chance to read it?

*wanders in, nodding hello to the cat and assembled company*
Hey, Lil? l require something very large, very cold, and very caffienated. Any suggestions?

Lil, indeed I did read the shocking cat yarn. In my response I asked if this meant you didn't want an autographed copy of my new book, Zen and the art of opening car bonnets. Someone else (I forget exactly who) requested your copy.

*wanders in. Checks Securicam video for backlog*
Eh?
Hehehehe.
OooOOOooh!
Oh well.
*leaves a note for Lil.

Actually Lil, I did leave the next thread at the end of the last one.
Check back and have a look. Also your last post in the last thread took me to the middle of the thread, so I can only assume you were caught in the middle of the thread somewhere.


Hello all. *helps self to coffee*

*wanders in. Sees B-17 writing note. Looks over shoulder*
Yeah, I noticed that, too.

Hi, B-17!
Good to see you Løøny and Odradek and all!

Could I have a Redbeard's Brew? And something to nibble on. Surprise me.