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

~Greebo's tummy bulges as she swallows the 37th doughnut~

*pours the rest of the box into Greeb's mouth*

~Greebo chews in contentment...~

This may take longer than we thought, anyone got another box?

*Produces yet another box*

Do you think Greebo needs some milk to wash 'em all down with yet?

*Produces a funnel and jug of cold milk*

She might want to wash the bits out from between her teeth.

*Produces a Greebo grin-sized toothbrush*

But we might need doughnut flavoured tooth paste.

*Produces a bottle of Domestos loo cleaner*

Well, it's the best I could do at such short notice!

~Greebo eyes the Domestos~... Now what are you thinking of doing with that Gwennie?????

~Greebo pops doughnut number 33 into her mouth and begins to chew~

That was cleaver, I thought you were up to 38.

I just don't want to know how #33 came back.

*Thumps Greebo's distended tummy. It's as hard as a rock.*

Oh my.

*Steps back to the end of the room, hopefully out of harm's way should Greebo's plumbing start to back up.*

*Decides to give the Domestos a miss and produces a stethascope and places it carefully on Greebo's tummy*

Cor! You should listen to her tummy complaining! I didn't know such language existed!

~grin~... me meant doughnut number 43 of course... me never could count ... me only a cat you see... ~bigger grin~...

Me ready for doughnut number 44....

~Greebo wonders why everyone is backing away...~

*from across the room, Dan throws donut #44 into Greebo's mouth*

Did anyone remember to fix wheels to the bottom of the table, we may have to shift Greebo if they didn't.

~Greebo devours doughnuts number 44...~ Hmmm... tasty... ~She looks around expectantly for 45...~

Cool! Doughnuts On 45!

*Passes doughnut number 45*