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

[Qwi]: *Does a cackling chucckle at its master's embarassment*

*tosses Scarecrow a belt* Take it. Now let's have some fun!
*cranks up some good old fashioned heavy metal music that pisses off the conservatives*

[Scarecrow Stan]: "Thankee kindly/[am] much obliged."
*Eats some food, while chatting in a friendly manner to those whom he encounters and/or who bump into him, in between*

[Qwi]: "Note how silly Stan cavorts, in his skull-and-crossbone boxer shorts. Awk!"
*Gets hit by a stilt*

Stan, seriously, chuck that bird in a cage. He's really annoying and he's leaving bird s**t on my gis.

Okay, anyone up for a game of Sardines? Twister? Or shall we play a Red Dwarf drinking game?

[Scarecrow Stan]: "Would that I could (-I would),"
*Sets Qwi Loose to fly around outside for awhile*
"Shall we dance?" *Does a bit of a bow to the ninja*

*Qwi can't think of anything pithy enough to say, for once*
[Qwi]: "..."

*Ties scrub brushes to his shoes for improvised sandals*
How3 practical.

*As he dances, he is also cleaning the floor.*
"Sorry-about the martial arts uniforms (I can reimburse _you on those, methinks)."

No biggy, it's just a pain in the tuckhas to scrub parrot feces out of them.
Hey, did anyone bring any chex mix?

[Scarecrow Stan]:
"Well,-I do not wish to be grating (since you had said it was a party, and that I should not keep trying to sell things during it), but_ there are things I could sell you, that are for taking care of the sort of things-that-are-like that, too."
*Finished going about the room in time to the music, he takes off the brushes that had been strapped to his shoes, and then quickly tucks them into a compartment of the suitcase/attache bag.*

Later...we'll bargain later. Right now let's get bizzz-zay!

Er, okay.
._.;

Not that kind of "bizz-zay". This is *not* an orgy, haha! I mean party-bizz-zay!
Sorry...my friend, she has been influencing me. The woman knows nothing about urban slang.

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*Falls over for a mere few nanoseconds, doubled-over & with feet twitching*

"Um, what-ever gave_you that, er_ idear??"
, Aiee...

[Stan]: "Um, she who?!"
*leaps upright and does a quick hop-about face (to see if there was anybody looming behind his back.*
There isn't?
"Um, I feel ... foolish."
().

"Ms. (Here probably enunciating-every last syllable behind the abbreviation _carefully) Raine, while I do thank you kindly for allowing me to be invited to your party on this, being such a drop-in and spur of the moment basis, I cannot help but asking myself,_ well gee, what sort of things do you like to do? What's being-a shipboard ninja? like and possibly a few other questions, like_ am I reading your comic book correctly, in that it is meant to be read that way, from back to front (and manga, that-it-is-too, no)?"

*Stumbling for a topic*
"< I had meant, what's being a shipboard ninja like? "

Calm down, amikoj! In my native land, an offer to "get busy" or "git bizz-zay" is either an invitation to get wild and crazy at a party or an offer for sex. Tell me, from what country do you hail from? I am from the metal forest called Atlanta.
Ship Ninja....I'm more of a Sapphic Martial Arts Expert who dabbles in Esperanto. All that means is that I can kill you with my bare hands in many different ways while screaming, "Mortas vi malpuran porkon!!" Then I grind the corpse into cat food for those two over there. *points to fluffy felines on the bed*
Now tell me, what brings you to the Fang of the Squishy Rubber Marks?

"Er... I see."

*Pauses to shuffle his cape so as to cover his feet (& arms) a bit*

"I am from, well_ I'm not sure where I'm from. Parents were seafaring trade-merchants, guess it got passed down, sorta runs in the family. Like a gift that's sorta a curse. What do I mean by that? The same Qwi that was my great-grandfather's pet raven... is one that mine is a decendent to."

*He laughs a little unsettlingly*
"I have seen how well one can adapt to mercantilism, and swashbuckling is just d@*n fun too. Guess you could say,- that-that's why I'm here."
(sort of).

"Er, of. I meant of!"

*Then, suddenly-he remembers*
"I am form a place that is -really, called No_where. Honest (it is)."
Yes. Really.