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

*stops stomping to look up at the hole LePerdy left with parachute incident*

Lucky Ook wasn't in the rafters, LePerdy...but Irving is going to have your liver for breakfast if this mess is not cleaned up. There was a toolbox around here somewhere...

...but it looks like it has been recovered by its owner.

*ponders about recent career in DIY stuff that has been rendered necessary by chairs and ceilings*

*grabs nearby broom and starts sweeping away major debris.*

IIEM - can I have an extra-thick vanilla milkshake.

*goes back to sweeping*

So, LePerdymonkee, why the parachute? (and where did you get your name?)

*finds sweeping rather therapeutic, in the same way ironing and washing up can be diverting from everyday troubles. For example, has completely forgotten about Olympic dilemma*

::Mixes up some plaster to cover up hole::

Oh, my name... heh... well, Monkeys are cool, but they're usually kinda gross looking, so I called myself a perdy one. The Leather Goddesses of Phobos was an ooooold computer game about The Hitchhiker's guide... pretty wierd...

::Attempts to plaster hole, but plaster falls down on floor::

Maybe plaster isn't the way to go.....

okay - this rafter seems like it just needs repositioning. See - this one, that provides the backbone to this half of the roof?

If you could help me pop it back into place...here...

There, that's better. Now its really just a matter of tar and papering, plus tiles (if that's the Cafe's building materials...)

Perhaps we should wait until Irving gets here ans ask.

But most of the debris is gone.

Just don't mention the c-l-e-a-n-i-n-g b-o-t, okay?<\whispersrealyquietly>

Oh, mmkay, no prob.

Silly!

*puts broom back in corner, grabs milkshake from counter and walks out whistling, a job well (half?) done*

1st: NSA = (in this case) National Security Agency. They're the one's who take care of all the spy stuff inside the US. They also specialize in cryptography. The CIA is supposed to work exclusively OUTSIDE the US...

2nd: Why is it that every time someone says I'll have their liver for breakfast, or something like that, if they don't clean up the mess, they've always cleaned it before I get here? I so badly want to prove them wrong. I don't even like liver. I'm generally pretty easy going when it comes to accidents and things, so long as the cleaning bot does its job...

3rd: The first day of school has worn me out. Good night.

~Irving

*enters cafê running into Irv leaving*

Hi and Bye, Irv!

And G'morning to anyone else who's in here!

Coffee please, IIEM!

*Walks very slowly into the café, weaaring a bandage around his right hand*

Hello.

*Looks around to see if anybody is here, notices the damaged roof, sighes in relief*

*walks in and slumps in a seat*

IIEM? Have you got yourself hooked up to the metallic hydrogen tanks?

Good. May I have an MH&H extra chilled please?

Hi all.

Hiya JAR'n'Joe!

So waz'up?

*looks down*

Not me, as of yet. Anyone got any toast?

*floating in, in her usual vague, elf-like manner*

Good morning Joe, JAR, One-eye!

IIEM, café mélange, please!

Symlpost again? *groans* not this early in the morning

I really need some hot buttered toast to go with this MH&H

IIEM: Regular, black coffee, please.

*Sits down*

(I'll try not to break anything today)

Hello again Joe, One-Eye (and anybody I might forget)
It's really nice to have a caféteria so close to w*rk...
How are you guys doing?

JAR

I have spent the morning doing some writing and searching for some hot buttered toast. You?

Fine thanx!

I'm actually quite happy. I've just finished a real bugger of an analysis. Reporting the results as we speak (or write)

Hey T

Anything happening in Sweden today?

Another sunny beautiful summer day, now that everyone's back at w*rk, typical, isn't it

*wonders why bank holidays are so bad with weather and finally finds the grill*