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

*Mike sits quietly on his stool, mischevious ~grin~ on his face*

*DD can sense trouble*

*Lil picks up her lager and lime and moves into a corner with a good view of the floor*

Can't.........................take.........it....................any...................... LONGER!


NEE!!

Watch where your swingin' that thing buster, it might come right back at you!

*grabs other end of stool; a test of strength is forthcoming*

Hey, what's going on in here?

Come on Zax, is that all you've got?!

*swings bass around head à la Sid Vicious in New York*

I'm waiting for my rl friends to turn up. They're my targets!

But you lot are welcome too. Don't take anything personal, k?

*snuggles further back against wall*
*gets look of keen anticipation on her face*

Nothing personal taken Mike A, How'd you like that bass wrapped around your head!!

*DD sits in corner thinking what a waste of a perfectly good bass*

Get out here and fight like a man!!

No when you come from where I come from you avoid brawls as best you can. Hence I still have both kneecaps, a reasonable good face and my life.

* HE Ponders: Just like the old days *

* Steam eminates from his nostils, whilst HE rolls up the sleeves on his white robes *

I maybe a little out of practice in the Fire & Brimstone department, but I can still swing with the best of the Axemen...

* Downs a swig of Rasputin's Chemical Mindrotter *

It will be just like the good old days at the Celestial Arms, those pagan Gods just don't know any other way...

* He starts circling around looking for the merest hint of heresy...*

- Reheating the Fire & Brimstone.

I'm gettin' out of here!!!

*beats a hasty retreat*

Me too. I'm off.

Hello I need a Saracen Jeep here now

*DD walks through door straight into Saracen Jeep*

Now that's what I call timeing.

It's getting far too metaphysical in here.

Beating hasty retreats, honestly, what's it ever done to you ?

Still, at least it's the closest to violence where have come too...

- the one & only (despite what some Hindu Gods would have you believe).

Hey, God, can you bless me and my mighty Axe as we battle against the evil Janners that I call "my friends".

*look of expectation changes to one of disappointment*

I say, God, it can't be much fun for you if nobody will stand up to you in a decent pub brawl. If my wrist wasn't permanently bent from an old break I'd come out here and throw a few chairs around, but those days are well behind me.

Do you know whether this is a Walkers pub? That's the only kind of crisp I care for when I'm in England.

Well, I fear that if everybody got stuck in then we could end up with too many victims on our hands. Remember the snowball fight

I prefer spicy twiglets.