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

Quick! Sombody put some of that music they used to play at the movies before they were talkies on the player piano. This is getting goooood.

GOOOOOO ODRA!!!!!!! Rockem'sockem'!!

* puts his blocker back on, hoping nobody noticed his display during all the comotion*

*Rocky theme music gets put on player instead*

*jr does the 'Dance of joy'* *starts to leave vantage point and has second thoughts (don't trust that bot)*

YO ODRA!! WAY TO GO, WONDER WOMAN!!!

*slips into "Happy Dance"* *

*moseys up to the door and enters, gazes around at the bedlam and chaos*

Is it happy hour?

*freezes suddenly as bot shuts down, wondering why the world has stopped quaking*

*realizes position: must remove self from bot without aggrivating it into the on state again.

Gingerly moves left arm (the one clutching fanblade pole) out to the side. Carefully eases it down between the couch cushions.Pulling gently, and unbuckling all her snagged jewelry, she dislodges herself from the duster, still bearing some fuzz all over her clothes.

Sidles down the pole and onto the couch, and edges toward the other end of it.

Once there, leaps quick-as-a-flash behind the couch. Crawls on her belly from there over to the screen, and darts behind it. The bot remains still.

Casually tucks strand of hair behind ear*

Any coffee, Babel?

Yeah, we're just sitting here Racing through August, It's always happy hour.

Cuban coffee all around, on account that I started this mess.

jr, it looks like I owe you on that bet!

IIEM Redbeard's Brew, please
*finally gets coffee*

It is for me, SF.

*apprehensivly sidles up to bot and gives it a nudge w/toe. decides it's shutdown for now and starts disentangling Odra's bracelets*

Odra, you were great, marvelous, stupendous......

*looks about* Ohhh myyy godddd... I really hope Irv doesn't show up for a while. If he sees the place now we'll surely get banned.

Oh well... I've been thrown out of nicer places than this before.

Odra, you were superb!

I can definitely see the racing through part, leaving destruction in the wake. IIEM, I'll have a Shirley Temple and a wet nap.

*grabs drink and nap, sits down, quietly*

*pours Odra a coffee*
There you go! That was one doozey of a stramash!

Wait, everybody, that bot is still a ticking bomb -- the cafe is a mess. We need to manually disengage it and get it off the crockery. Then all we need to do is sit around and look clean while it cleans up in time for the Brit morning shift.

*looks around* Odra, think you can do it?

Are you sure that's wise, Lil?

Just don't hit the damn Orange Button. Ok?

*From beneath pile of newspapers*
Is it safe to come out yet?

*as jr backs off, the 'bot rears back to life slightly..but is a tad dazed.

Odra leaps out, tackles the thing, knocks it to floor. With some effort straddles it. Grins deliberately at B-17 and with much pomp...

...presses orange button.

Bot whirrs, leds fade. lt's over.*

Lil, will the bot remember that Odra kicked its cogs?

*sips drink* Hmm, honey comes right out if you spread a little peanut butter on it. At least, it'll attract the bears, or something....

*looks up,doing a head count* ; Is everybody allright?

*typical female chauvinism*

Guys could you pick up this dead bot and set it upright away from the crockery? Then we just hit the button again and it will do its job. Everybody's faces clean? Hair combed?

Kes you never realised that you were DICING WITH DEATH when you staggered off that island and into the cafe, yesterday! Or was it the day before....