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

We just executed our first zilch! And the cafe still stands, not a single toothpick singed!

Note the new addition to the furniture: Lintilla has, with considerable effort, pushed an upright piano into the Cafe, all the way from Sweden -- or was it Colorado? There were a lot of steep hills and some serious swimming, anyway.

The Aroma Cafe! Nothing like this ever happens in reality.

Fire extinguisher time!

You can put it out with the FFTF cup.

Nice to be back. I missed it!!!!
dumb server.

morning DD!

Hee. "Executed our first Zilch".
l feel oddly like a member of a lynch mob. Poor Zilch.

Ooh. Am l First? Slow server and all?

l'll have that FTTF cup with green tea, please, Lil, rather than a tri-class dry chemical fire retardent, l think...

Piano-pushing triathalons. There's an idea for a new exhibition event in Sydney this year...

Re: nothing like this ever happens in reality

Just not in one place at one time.

Odra, let it cook a bit befor you kill it. It'll get rocking pretty quick.

*continues playing*
sorry bout the player piano contraption i ripped off in a flagrant disregard to reading the former posts. i like liv emusi better.

You will have to make another zilct sometime for me odra, i really wanted to see it!

You are. You were.
We better not spray the fire extinguisher for fun. Did you see what the cleaning bot did to Peregrin down in the lavatories? That is a mean-ass bot.

Lintilla, I thought you were gone for the night!

Now I've seen everything. jr is lost for words. Words fail him.

I'll need some tea to recover i think Lil.
Why does everything have to happen when my computer breaks?!
*comes to the end of the piece*

*slumps against ottoman, giggling hysterically*

Bring...hee hee...bring on the 'bot! Hee. l'll duel to the death, l will! We'll just see how mean his ass is when it's coated in white fire-goo!

*though she is sniggering too hard to possibly be able to aim the extinguisher and hit even the ground*

left click, right click right box left box...

Getting late and tired. And quite honestly, sometimes Odra just wears me out.

Given your natural bent for pyrotechnices Odra, maybe you should do some esearch with grocery bags and trash bags for color and speed and different configurations and multiples and such and then put it in the guide. I'm comfortable that zilches are Earth specific.

Odra's tea ----------> ^}~{^
Lintilla's tea ----------------> c(~)

*goes to broom closet and summons cleaning bot to dispatch bits of plastic and bucket of water*

There we are, everything will be all clean for the coming shift, te bright-and-early-Brits. DD has got the worm, of course.

Me, I must head back to the atelier and get some sleep. Ook, it's safe to go back up in the rafters, now.

OK guys, see you all later.
*departs out the back, down the forest path to the atelier*

*between giggles*

You know, jr, that's not a half bad idea.

Hee.
And l do need to write some manner of Guide entry. l still haven't.
Sigh. Hee. l'm such a worthless drain on the community.
But l sure as heck light a mean zilch...heeheehee...

Bye lil million thanks for the tea!

You're correct, Lil. That is an unusual circumstance.

You look a bit winded ther, Lintilla. Try the gramma's lap spot over on the couch. Really comfy.

Odra, I don't know if that much fun is allowed at one sitting.

*aside to Lil* 50 on Odra. That may be a mean assed bot but, I got faith in our girl Odra.

Thanks Jr.
*sits in grandmas spot*
sigh
imgetting groggy from the lateness

*wheezing slightly, attempting to catch breath*

'Night, Lil...hee. Hee hee. Oh, lord.

*attempts to drink tea and calm down*

Oh, but l'm exhausted. Hee.
*curls up on ottoman, still clutching now-empty FTTF cup, and dozes off, giggling sleepily. The cup slips from her grasp, rolling under the ottoman. Diogenes, who crept in as Lil departed, inspects the scene curiously, then bats around the cup for a while, bores, and curls up on the windowsil to nap*