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

*has been trying to keep his balance since GDZ tripped, but finally fails and topples over*

*tries to fall near a desk so that the gobolds can scoot underneath*

Ow! Ow! Ow! OWWWWW! I think I've broken me 'ip... *winks at GDZ*

*falls over Amos, having been slightly distracted by the handsome face of Butch*

Ouch! My arm, I've broken my arm!

Just pretending.

/* Zeppo starts barking wildly at the pile of papers that have suddenly gone from smoldering to open flame. d'E backs off and trips over Red Dog landing right next to him and getting the same view */

OH! OOPS!

*GL falls down and "accidentally" ends up on Red Dog's other side, also with the same view.*

Oooooo!

*As the rope gets pulled taut, Witty gets pulled down across Red Dog, d'E and GL, blocking their view.*

/* Coming back to his senses, d'E attempts to use the orchids to send a telepathic message */


Witty, move!

Oh, and is this part of the plan that we all fall down?

*manages not to fall down, but as she feels the rope come away from her wrists, she goes to her knees and dives under a nearby desk*

*there she finds herself looking at the knees of one of the typist, and a cotter pin holding a chain in place, a chain that goes up through a hole in the desk*

*Lil removes the pin and gives the chain a quick pull, hoping that the gobold will get the message*

Ooooph!

*Overcome with the feeling that she should plan for a city groove. Not knowing what that is, she dismisses the thought.*

*Delicately tries to disengage herself from Red Dog, d'E and GL. Manages to get her ankle tangled in the rope.*

*notices that his jaunty parasol is still being jaunty but at a totally different angle*

Hey watch it everyone

*Not actually aware of the impending surprise, Affy's only real contribution is the fact that, as he was at the end of the line due to the PAG chewing state he was in, everyone else falling down causes him to do so as well, very painfully*

MY SPINE! Ouch....

*Gets a good look at some of the chocos, nearly mutters something about cheaters at Double Fannucci, and quiets himself before he can*

*Tries to blow out the burning pile of reports by fanning it with a folder from a desk*

Ya ladies gotter type faster, these reports ain't gonna burn ferever.

Hey Butch, what's wif the volunteers on the floor? It's like tha' time I took that other group a'volunteers bowilng, an ya bowled a strike.

*Rummages around, covertly, in his pockets for a stun grenade*

*Curses himself for leaving the (more scene-appropriate) Magnum at home, settles for discreetly setting the OmeGauntlet to Ten Minutes*

*keeps moving toward the opposite door, turning to shrug apologetically at the Chocolate Gang*

Ook. [Now you see why they were so easy to capture.]

*scrambles to her knees, clutching her 'broken' arm but actually has her hand in her pocket on the carameliser*

Oh my arm!

*Stands, used to frequent spinal injuries*

*remains under the desk, pulls out her nanogun, and palms it*

Ow! Oh! The pain!

*Finds a stun grenade and motions everyone to get clear of the chocos*

*steps in front of the ape*

Oh no you don't. You don't just walk through without filling in a single form. On top of everything else you have medical claims to file for the prisoners who've just injured themselves!

*one gobold typist, realizing that her overseer is distracted, pulls her chains up through the hole in the desk and gathers it up to use as a weapon*

GDZ, don't! We want some good-old fashioned battling!