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

*hands Galaxy Babe another angels gown*

But if this will be going on, I suggest GB, to take an overall. I could spare one, if you wish?

Hey, stand up! Nobody is dead here! We only have paintball-guns...

*looks suspisious at her paintball-gun...*

*halts in mid-air somersault to nod her head*
That's the one- icky, huh?
Oh, and there's a few spare robes in my wardrobe GB- third on the right upstairs. Just don't use the yellow ceremonial ones, k?
*finishes her flip and sprays everyone in sight with bright yellow paint*
*soars out of the room through the hole in the wall before they have time to react*
*returns a second later, behind the wheel of a brightly coloured tank*
Right, you're all gonna die horrible painty deaths, for not knowing my second quote was from Top Gun
YEE-HAW!

Doh!
I was gonna say "Batman" but I didn't want to embarrass myself.
*ducks out of the way just in time
*flies out the window after giving Kasia her overalls back
"Bye Tweetie! See you around"

*swings round to wave to GB*
Bye then
*swings back round to notice she's just inadvertently covered everyone in paint. Twice.*
*grins*
Whoopsie...

* St.Peter paddles into the room... *

Hello Everybody !!!

* He is instantly overtaken by the thought that this is exactly how Daffy Duck must feel when Elmer Fudd announces the beginning of Duck Season whilst holding a double-barrelled... *

* He ponders whether he will have enough time to paint a bullseye on his face...stops...he is sure someone is about give him all the art supplies he needs in one great 'hit'...

St.P.

*SPLAT!!*
S**t!
*Tweet sits on the top of her tank, stunned after having realised who she was paintballing, a second too late*
*hops down from the machine and runs over to St Peter*
Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't realise who it was.
*hears a giggle escaping from someone behind her*
*reaches into her pocket and blasts them with a mini-paintball gun*
Be quiet!

heheh... SPLASH

Hey Tweet' I don't like my face in red!!!

*flutters out to the bathroom*

This is really a mess...

*wanders in* hello is this a party?

* St.Peter despite being persecuted in his day, regards this dose of 'friendly fire' to be the most calous act he has ever been subjected to. He would rather bear the slings & arrows of someone else's misfortune than stand here humiliated in such a cruel way. He would rather have his eyes plucked out by a mortal enermy than bear the 'smears' brought on by one of his most senior and trusted Angels, nay Archangels !!! *

Don't mind me, I'm going for a walk...

* He solemnly walks away like a man beset with carrying the troubles of the world, like a man of immense piety that a breath of evil spells bemirchment to good in its purest form, of a broken, crestfallen man of virtue, honesty, integrity, of good... *

* He has a little cry... *

St.P.

*Holding a paintball Uzi in each hand, he stands in the middle of the room and asks:*

Who wants a taste of *my* paintball daddy?

*A fusillade of paintballs fly his way. Chrome goes into slo-mo limbo motion, ducking expertly under the low-flying paintballs.*

Hello I'm unarmed don't shoot. *stops and thinks about what she just said and considers this a good time to find cover*

*flutter of wings
*GB hugs St. Peter
{{{HUG}}}
*offers Him a lacy hankie
St. Peter blows his nose
"Thanks GB"
GB: Would you like me to accompany you back to the Retirement Village, St. P.?

*flutters of wings*

Okay, I have my own face again.

*looks after St.Peter with worrying eyes*

Hey, St.Peter, don't cry, please. And don't talk about humiliation, cause that's simply (*g*) not true. Have fun, today is Sunday, the day GOD rest and is free of all problems!

Hello Dream! Yes it is *SPLASH (hehe)* a party and this was your welcoming shot.

Chrome, I'll catch you, be sure!

ah hah! *finds a paintball gun someone has left lying around, darts a paintball coming her way and shoots at anyone in her path*

* St.Peter takes the hankie & continues walking & sobbing... *

St.Peter - No, No. I'll be fine, don't anybody worry about poor old little me... *

* Now some would say he was trying to milk the sympathy, but then again, some people are quite observant... *

St.P.

MY sympathy is all yours.....

... and I AM a good observant

*grin*

* As St.Peter leaves the room shutting the door behind him... *

* The roof suddenly starts lifting off, seemingly of it's own accord... *

* As it lifts away a 20ft across dollop of paint can be seen coming from up high !!! *

SPLOSH !!!

* The entire room is filled with paint & the inhabinants loll around in the settling eddies... *

* A voice resonates from up high... *

I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU !!!

- Moving In....

Hey! What on Earth...

*looks at herself and the others. Kasias wings and her gown look like a rainbow piece*

Well, now I can go for a rest to my Rainbow Cottage - I'm perfectly dress for it know.

*thinks about GOD and fair-play...*

*Emily enters in her mediaeval wench gear, complete with her 40-pound longbow and lovely collection of steel-tipped arrows*

"Stop, or I'll shoot!"