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

~muffled screech from deep within pocket~

I'LL SAY HE BACKFIRED! ALL OVER THE PAISLEY SOFA! IT SMELLS LIKE A BLOODY TOILET IN HERE! STOP THAT INFERNAL LAUGHTER THIS MINUTE AND HELP ME CLEAN UP THIS MESS! WHAT'S GOT INTO YOU ANYWAY?

~muffled clinking sounds~

AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!! YOU FOUND MY PRIVATE MEDICINE!!!!

*takes jar of "peanut butter" and drops it in the pocket*

*crosses fingers with one hand and squeezes pocket with the other*

~Muffled Screech~

NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY MEDicine gone?

Oh, what's this? "Skippy Peanut Whiskey XXX"

GET AWAY, YOU TWO, YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY OF glomphrgh.

phrglmgh! mrghlamph!

sea, I do hope there will be some of that peanut butter left, the only decent use for the stuff is satay sauce. I can knock some up at the next meal stop.

*vaults onto the carpet and immediately lies flat, something she hadn't thought of before*

*sensing her wishes via the orchids, the carpet floats upward until Lil is able to survey the area from behind a tangle of broken railings*


What do I see?

You can make it up as you go.

All we know so far, is that the second floor hasn't been used in a very very long time.

~in the pocket~

LET ME SEE THAT STUFF .... I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER. NO GIVE IT TO ME.

*struggles*

GAWD IT'S IN MY FUR !!!!!

~muffled voish~

Ish not Peanut butter, Red Dog. Read the label. See, ish Peanut Whiskey XXX! Good stuff, too, I think cus itsh left the nicesh lady speeshlesh. Here, lemme have shome. Come on, let go of it. Gimme it. Whoops.

Oh dear, now look what you did. sea isn't going to like peanut whishkey all over her piano keyboard.

I'm gettin a little tired. Think I'll just rest a little bit here on this round bed.

AAAAAA! Oh dear, scared myself there. Heh, heh, it was only my own reflection in the mirrored ceiling.

Once we get inside, Lil, there is a thread ready for us: F1742198?thread=394969

~quietly~

Psssht garush ..... I'm schtuck to all seas shtuff with the peanut washname. Shituation not good. I'm feeling shleepy now.

~on the bed~

Garush, you've left all the lightshon and it's all bright .... I can't getto shleep

~muffled voish~

Huh? Wha...?

Oh man! Okay, okay, I'll get it.

~muffled crashes, bangs and curses~

There! Now go to shleep!

~on the bed~

*Garius turns round to see a smirking Red Dog hogging all the pillows, the entire duvet and speading out right across the bed*

~muffled voish~

Hey! Gimme thosh coversh.

~muffled grunts and groans, ending in a muffled ripping sound~

Now look wa you done. Feathersh everywhere!

~muffled laughter~

Their shticking to the peanut whiskey in your fur!

~on the bed~

*looks up into the mirror*

I looksh like a Rhode Island wossname

*gales of laughter*

~muffled laughter~

Yeah, we've saved sea the trouble of tar-and-feathering you!

Hey, Red Dog. I'm real thirshty. Can you get me a drink of water?

~on the bed~

shore old buddy, thersh shum around here.

*gets up and potters around a bit*

Aha !

*hands Garius a glass*

~disembodied voish~

Thanksh.

~disembodied gurgling sound~

Thash better.

~in the pocket~

Thash no problem .... I got it from some of that stash you put away earlier.

~In the pocket~

sphlsaassssphthsss!