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

*adds a small contribution to The Wave* snuggles up against Ripley*

[-B-]

*card mysteriously appears and swwops a wave before landing, neatly*

[Sol]

*curls up around ant*

*deep sigh*

*misses his elf*

I haven't seen Black Books. I don't think its made it over here yet.

[s_k]

Tuesday has to be better than monday, right???

*The sound of hoofbeats grows quickly louder, then stops outside. The sound of boots running up the balcony stairs is heard, then the balcony doors burst open and several webjellos crowd in, guns in hand.*

Now, don't nobody move and nobody gets hurt.

*pulls out twin Colt Peacemakers and spits some baccy on the floor*

Hey, yew folks ain't got any spitoons ! thangs are sure going to get a little messy around here afore wur finished with yew.

*both unaus perk up their heads, growling at the intruders*

Grrrrrrrr!

*Stands up*

Hey! Who do you think you are, barging in here? This is a private salon and webjello outlaws are NOT welcome. You may leave now, please.

*Draws his gun*
I reckin this here is our Atelier now! Yee-haaa!

Not welcome, hey? Well how's this for not welcome?

*Start shooting things at random. Bullet holes appear in some paintings, a teapot is smashed and a happy face is drawn with bullet holes in the back of a couch.*

Yeeeee haaaaaawwwww.

Now, if no one wants to get hurt, y'all just go and stand in that corner, there.

*Points to one corner of the room.*

/* The cardboard d'E stands resolutely near the window where he is propped up. The cardboard Zeppo stands by his side, looking very vicious with his Dali mustache. */

*points one barrel at Garius Lupus and one at the unau's*

Nar ah've seena few things of note on the trail in mah time but and ah don't know which of yew is the more ornery.

[to Ripley] Ah reckon those critters take the biscuit. Yud be well advised to listen to my pardners and get them on a leash before something happens to them.

[to GL] and yew'd beter sit down and be good. We knows exactly where we are and whut we've come for !

*Looking wary, but not cowed, GL shuffles over to the appointed corner. He discretely pushes a button on his watch.

Matina enters from the kitchen to see what the gunfire was about.*

*looks at Matina*

Now what in the name of all gods creatures is that thang !! Can it fix us some beans n bacon n coffee ?

*Looks around at the artwork on the walls*
Yer call this art! Any Jello kid cud do this?

*Tosses items around until he finds the most expensive colored pencils around, and begins writing on the walls.*

JELLO RULEZ!
1. CHILL OUT
2. JIGGLE IS AS JIGGLE DOZ
4. LERN TER COUNT

*a bunch []of calling cards
suddenly flutter [] up and
[] momentarily cloud Rebjello's
vision []*

*Pushes a chair against the balcony door and another against the door from the stairs. Looks at the elevator, but can see no way to barracade that. Returns to the main room.*

Okay, boys, lets find what we're after. I'll cover these folks first while you look.

*Fires his gun at Matina's feet.*

Does this robot dance?

Now ah'm wundring whether these folks have any gud whisky in this here quality establishment of thars ? I feel a mighty thirst coming on.