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

*almost succeeds in not laughing*

Er, no, I haven't heard, but um, I can imagine.

Uh, did you lose your shoes? I'd offer you mine, but...

*stifles a snigger, barely*

That's ~disgusting~! *covers her face so she can peer at GL's shoes*

*the gobold typists look up. Their noses twitch as they sense the presence of other gobolds, then they quickly turn back to their typewriters, watching the scene out of the corners of their eyes*

*still somewhat gobsmacked by the harmonicannon*

*looks at Butch from the corner of her eye*



He looks exactly like the other Butch from the Webjello Gang.

*from under Amos' cape*

Ah...ah...





Ah...ahhhhh......





Ah...ahhhh...CHOOOOO!

*squints at the prisoners*

Yeh know, these prisoners look a mite familiar...

*scratches head, looking puzzled.*

*recognizes one of her kidnappers and bends her head lower, while getting into the middle of the office*

*winces at the sneeze and hopes the gobolds have a good hold on Amos's legs*

*deciding that discretion definitely has the upper hand over valour at present contents himself with being pulled behind Zeppo for the time being*

*wrestling with his belt as the 32 pounder whistles past him*

*notices his trousers around his ankles and a smoking belt in his hand*

Durn it ah think that fixed muh problem.

*Bows his head lower to avoid looking at any of thier "captors".

Lindt, you're so ~cute~! I wish the other boys knew how to show their appreciation like that.

*she wanders further down the line, passes Amos and GDZ without remark, doesn't seem to see any of the women at all, and stops to stare at Red Dog*

Are you wearing a wire, honey? That looks like an antenna on your head.

*envies Red Dog's view from the floor*

*one of the gobold typists pretends to sneeze a second time, to cover for the sneeze heard earlier*

*as the prisoners crowd into the office and sidle toward the opposite door, Miz Farmer moves to stand in their way*

Just one minute, Ape. You can't just tromp through here tracking sand and glop whenever you please. There are forms to fill in, and proper channels for that sort of thing!

*seeing Zeppo sniffing at the papers on a desk* Don't touch that! Ew! What IS that beast?

*notices the gobold typists chained to their typewriters*

We should free them.

*suddenly wonders what became of the CLI bots*

I agree, Lil. I think a distraction of sorts is in order.

*Trips*

stammers a bit before finally setting on

*goes all coy at the praise from Lady Godiva*

Shucks

*belatedly notices the line of prisoners*

Hey Butch, lookee at this bunch of deadbeats .... not a single darn U46995 amongst them. Thut's gut ter be sum kinder rekord har har har

Your pants have fallen down.

*Stomps his foot*

Now how cum I'ze always gots to remind yers, these ain't "deadbeats" or "prisoners"? They'ze Volunteers! An' we run a happy Volunteers camp, with me bein' the morale officer? It's only if they ain't happy as when we call 'em deadbeats and whip 'em an all.

That yeller thing sniffin' at them papers gives me the heeby creepers. Remin's me er somethin.