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

The post that's pulled when it has just been written
The hand that fed, but that has now been bitten
The yikes button that has "hit the tit" on
These foolish things
Remind me of you - de - you
you - de - you
you - de - you
you.





GS

That should be of course.

*sipps on a *

The homophobe that claims we're all fascists
The closed Atelier, the home of artists
The old-time users who are on his blacklists
Remind me of you - de - you
you - de - you
you - de - you
you

*songs remind Z of things he was trying to forget*

Another please.. perhaps?

The tolerance that's flung back in our faces
The prurience that hates those young embraces
The trolling posts that shut the resting places
These foolish things
Remind me of you - de you
you - de - you
you - de - you
you

The acts of spite and the vile agression
Which exploited such a droll confession,
The claim to be "a victim of opression"
These foolish things
Remind me of you - de you
you - de - you
you - de - you
you



GS

*sips drink* the breaks out into raputous , and indulges in some whooping in the style of US talk show guests...

You are such a lovely audience - so sweet - so kind - so hear some more!



*Greensleeves sidles up to the mic, sashays her not inconsiderable curves from side to side, draws in a deep breath and purrs the following....*



The bitterness, the spite, the rancour,
The recognition after which you hanker,
The flatulence of such a wasted canker
These foolish things
Remind me of you - de you
you - de - you
you - de - you
you



GS

*jumps up and down almost crying with joy..*

*Greensleeves accepts the plaudits of the audience. (Once a primadonna, always a primadonna)*

Thank you. Thank you.

*she turns to applaud the pianist* *and then turns back to the audience*

Thank you. You've been lovely. I you all!

*the spotlight fades slowly to darkness, and the diva leaves the stage*

*throws 's and s madly*

Stands up shouting "encore"*

Well done!

*Pulls out several bottles of hard liquor from underneath the counter and a bunch of glasses.*

*Puts a bottle of 18 year old Macallan on Greensleeves table.*

OOps, Mr Bartender sir is me- I was signed into two different windows as two different names, sorry for the confusion.

Courtesy

/* Browses in Aisle 1, around the pet food */

Excuse me, do you have anything that might interest a yellow labra... chicken?

*Sways elegently but vastly towards the bottle of Macallan, and peers at Witty Moniker*

Can you line up some glasses for our friends, here?

*Picks up the bottle. Peers at it. Opens it. Pours herself gracefully but definitively into a chair, and pours some of the scotch gracefully into a glass, and pours the contents of the glass definitively down her throat.*

Thank you WM. I needed that!

Oh Egon, I thought that was intentional. I was trying to remember who you were, you used that account in the Atelier once.

Oh yes I did. That might have been an idea. Arse, I've closed the other window now.