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

No Worries, Greebs. We Don't Mind.

Mind...

Brain...

Thought...

7 - Letter Word Asscociated With Mind/Brain/Thought/Etc.

(Laugh 1.)

Ahah.

*starts looking for new secret stashes of doughnuts to try to revive Greebs*

Aww leave the poor dear shes tierd and I dont mind carring her

I would rather have the extra set of claws in case of monsters.

*Hands Menza a spare set of Greebo's titanium tipped claws*

Here, borrow these!

And if you still feel insequre
*Bob clicks his fingers and a arsanal of weppons appere in a big pile on the flore*
this is my own private armery take your pick. Exept for the sowrd thats mine.

Bob, Mind if I borrow the catapult? I have a pea-shooter-type attachment on my Swiss-army-umbrella, but it's not effective if I'm out of puff......
But I don't think we'll encounter anything horrible...........

Gosh! Bob, you're full of surprises! How on Earth did you keep all those weapons in your pockets?

*Helps herself to the biggest, meanest looking weapon and barely manages to lift it from the floor*

My pants are like the tardis hunny

*flexes claws*

ROFL! Bob, you'll have to throw a party for us in your pants some time!

Menza, do stop menacing Fred with those claws, there's a good boy!

Come on chaps...Let's tread boldly! I suggest we go this way as my stomach tells me there's food down that thar tunnel!

*Shoves Sho to the front so she can use her wonderful Swiss army knife*

Age before beauty!

*Grins but says nothing*

Oh nope. I'm not going first...... Oh alright then. *rolls up sleeves and waves swiss-army-umbrella around in a menacing way*

Menza, you come up with me, you're really menacing with those things, and I could probably use help if we encounter anything other than a bag of Wotsits.....

Right.... well, let's go.... hang on, just got to blow my nose.... ok then... Oh look, my boots need tying up..... you go ahead, I'll follow on (in the middle where it's safe)..... OK OK, Gwennie, no need to push. Man! You've got pokey fingers! I'm off. Who's coming?

*strides off purposefully*

*Swops greebo over so she is now cradeld in his left arm*
I am bette with my right hand....swinging the sword I mean.

*holds claws out in front and strides boldly forwards*

*Stops and starts suvaling the wepons back in to his pockets

Come on Bob! Stop playing with the contents of your pockets, there's a good lad!!!

*Gwennie's stomach produces a loud rumble*

The food's that way!

*Points to the left and shoves Sho through the doorway*

Good, I'm not at the front.

*Shunts Menza in front of Sho*

If every one is so botherd about going in frount.
*draws the sword and set it alight, walks to the frount of the group stoping just long enough to produce a sheilus to cover Greebo*