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

* small hand reaches out....*

* a munching noise follows....*




* an empty donut bag floats gently down to the ground *

~Greebo stares in horror at the empty bag... she glares angrily at young Whisky... titanium tipped false claws slip into view~

* whisky stares solefully into greebo's eyes, smiles an angelic smile.... and says "I wubble u mummy"

~Greebo's mouth opens and closes a couple of times... her paws droop down to her sides~

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

~A dopey looking grin spreads across her face~

*rolls eyes*

Don't you hate it when kids do that.

I've been taking lessons from my son

Coochy Coo...
~Greebo ickles ittle babykinsy winsy Whisky discky...~

Excuse me mother, but why are you talking such utter nonsense?

*precocious child*

H...Hemmm... ~weak grin~

Me thought that was what one did with infants...

Baby wanna donut...
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But I don't want to go to school....
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Mummy, can I have some more pocket money...
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Mum, you just don't understand anything...
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Mother, I want to get my own place....
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We're getting married mother....
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You're going to be a grandma....


Don't kids grow up fast nowadays


Any chance of a beer now?

Ohhhhhhhh...

No.. me ate them all...

You don;t have to go love... you can stay home with me and me will sit on you...

Nope me don't carry money...

Me understands everything... me just don't let on...

You can move out whenever you like... just don't expect me to subsidise you... see answer to question three...

You have my blessing...

Me not mind... a few kittens around the place will be jolly nice...

~grin~

Nope you drink your whisky and be a proper man...

*hands Greebs a big bag of 's as they won't get pinched by small hands now, and pours a *

Here you go.

~Greebo pushes glass over to Whisky and begins to munch on the doughnuts~

Thanks Menza my love... ~grin~

Ah thanks, I think I need this....
*drinks half the glass of whisky*
*looks across at greebo's bag of s

Hmmm, what are donuts like dunked in whisky?

*hand starts to creep across the bar towards the bag*

~Greebo stuffs the bag f doughnuts in her mouth with one hand whilst slapping Whisky on the wrist with the other~

Don't be greedy!!!