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

* looks truely hurt *

I just put the leg there to try to fit in

* sniffs and removes the leg *

* ponders the leg for a moment *

* wields the leg like a sword *

* looks around with a devilish grin *

oh now what have I started

* takes that as a sign that Vince has volenteered as first victom *

* Swings the pant leg stuffed with old dirty socks at Vince's head like a base ball bat *

~Greebo... who has been quietly having a fit in the corner of the room... shakes her cute head to clear the cobwebs... for thats what happens when you have the dreaded cod liver oil.... she looks around for the bearer of the truly awful taste in her mouth and spies Gwennie... grinning like a loon... she unsheaths her titanium tipped false claws and advances with menaces... trying not to be hit with a pants leg filled with old socks, as she goes~

* is startled by the movement in the corner and distracted from Vince at the last minute turning around quickly to see what the shiney thing on the cat's paws are, unfortunatly the pant leg who up until this time had quietly preformed his duties as a third leg was tired of being spun around and decided it was time to stop holding in all these dirty old socks, this of course resulted in Greebo getting covered in a pile of unwashed lost left socks and a very distrot Vagabond with a rather limp pant leg. *

~Greebo tries to dig her way out of a pile of unwashed socks~

Me thinks me needs help!!!

* would help but is too preoccupied with his limp pant leg *

~Greebo is slowly drowning in dirty... and me might say smelly socks~

*throws cat shaped gas-mask into the pile of socks*

*Forgetting that Greebo is in there throws a grenade in to the pile of socks that explodes and sends bits of burnt sock all over the room*

~When the smoke clears... the pile of socks are gone... and so is Greebo~

*looks up*

Get down from there!

Thats not Greebo, it just a Greebo shaped hole.

Should we search for her?

No, just wave a bag of doughnuts in the air and she'll find us.

*rolls the limp pant leg into the shape of a donut in hopes of rusing Greebo into revealing herself. The pant leg of course knowing it is not a donut and not much caring for the idea of being one nore the idea of being eaten by a cat with titanium claws has other ideas and promptly wraps itself around it's assailents head cutting off his air supply in retaliation. *

* Flails on the ground grasping at the displeased pantleg covering his face *

~something can be seen... high up in the sky... descending at a very rapid rate...~

Don't worry Greebs, I'll catch you.

* rolls under a table all the while continuing negotiations with a particularly stuborn pant leg mostly intailing grunting and pulling at the attacker with the occasional turning of colors such as blue or plaid. This tacktic does not seem to be very effective on the pant leg but is continued for some unknown reason *

* Watches in dismay as the table decides to not be a shield and uses it's legs to walk away. This is quite a feet since table legs are not supposed to be used for walking and were always considered to be pourly named *

* panics slightly about the falling object then passes out from lack of oxygen *