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

This room is bustlingly busy. There's a bar along one side of the room, going through the wall and into another room (which looks much darker). Everywhere you look, there are aliens huddled over pots of synthale and members of every species all of whom are happy to relieve you of your money over a game of Saturnian Poker (or another, more illegal means). In the wall is a small arched doorway which says "Members Only" above the door.

The door has a rather large wookie standing by it with his arms crossed. He doesn't look like someone you want to mess with. However, you look down and discover a pass in your hand saying "Member: (Your name here): Spacefarers cantina". You walk through the archway, and into the cantina itself...

A bald guy wanders in through a very big and heavy door marked "Armoury", not bothering to shut it behind him. He glares at a very large and hairy Wookee who promptly sidles towards the door.

"Oi, Ambroa, me old mate. You owe me for that particle beam still, don't you? Well, don't worry about it. I'm in a generous mood. You've got 3 days to pay up before I put a price on your head... or just shoot you myself."

The wookee stops sidling and sprints for his ship.

Helps himself to a .

give me a PGGB....

Sure you can afford it?

......yep.........

Just sign this, please sir. It's a short disclaimer, with a paragraph citing you as colateral in the event of your not being able to pay.

*plonks contract onto bar*

.................exactly how much is this drink?

Don't forget the scraping-the-remains-of-the-clients-head-off-the-walls surcharge!

In answer to your question: if you need to ask, you can't afford it.

you know, here's an idea now perhaps you will alow me to read it before I sign it?

*Takes disclaimer from Njan and hands it to Yowuzupman*

Sure, go ahead. All perfectly sane, simple, and above board - you don't pay up, we kill you.

*walks in and looks around* Man, this place sure is dusty

*goes to work cleaning up a bit, dusting off the glasses, etc.*

*sits down in a dark corner and puts his boot-clad feet up on a table with a satisfying **clunk** *

*decides there is just the right amount of dust around and chills behind the bar*

*appears, as if out of nowhere, in a dark corner at the back of the business-end of the bar*

Everything ok?

*shrugs* It's going fine, but it's too quiet to have any problems...

*takes a knife out of her boot and sharpens it to pass time*

good, good.

*sneaks through a backdoor into the employees' lounge, where he has a nap*

*Kicks in the door of the employees lounge and walks in carrying a HUGE barrel of something*

*Notices Njan and apologises for making such a noise*