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

I'll pass on the bit of dead animal flesh, thanks but the beer is most welcome...Thanks Pierce, me dear!

*Produces a louder and more vibrant belch*

More tea vicar!

*a slightly unstable Bob cluching a crate of whisky appers in the dorway*
I get the impression that you might be a vedgateran so here have this,
*Throws her a bag containg lots of cheese quarn burgers, vegateran sossages ect*
Mind if I joen you and is there any where I can put this crate down it is getting a little hevy

*Catches the vegetarian fare and relieves Bob of his heavy crate*

Heavens Bob! You always manage to produce such large surprises! Now, don't tell me that you found all this in one of your pockets!

*Pulls a chair out for Bob to sit on*

Pierce and I have having a belching competition at the moment...

well actully I stole if from the kichen, but I carried it here in my pocket .
*picks up a bottle of scoch and downs it in one. he sits there grining for a minet and then a sound not unlike a ships fog horn*
BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP
Scuse me

*Pierce suddenly wakes up, obviously schocked by the noise*

ALL HANDS ON DECK! ICEBERG! THUNDERSTORM!

- eh, what???

Oh, hi Bob. Sorry, must have dozed off. Wouldn't mind trading whisky for mutton. Or is there anything else I can get you? Beer? Champagne? Food?

Calm down that pirate!

Bob could probably do with a new pair of trousers as the pockets on his current ones seem stretched to capacity! LOL!

not yet I could probberbly fit in another tank or two

Trousers? Hm, I seem to have lost mine on another thread? It's a good thing I can hide under this blanket.

Do you want a sper I am shure I can find you some

You'd have to find some with room for a wooden leg!

oh I have some of those somwhere.
*reaches in to one of his pockets and disapers inside*

Well, that's an unusual sight! LOL!

*Peers at Bob's trousers, now standing alone in the centre of the room*

*clatter of high heels*
Pierce!
Hi, I brought you some lunch; sorry I wasn't available at breakfast today, we are just getting back to normal...as normal as we can be without the Lord, anyway.
Here, I cooked you bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs and tomatoes.
Enjoy!

Thank you, darling! You really ARE an angel!
Here, have a glass with us while we are waiting for Bob to reappear from his pocket with a spare pair of trousers for me!

*Verious impliments of massdestruction, farm animals, computer equipment, musical instrmentsand genral stuff that no one could ever find a use for. start flying out of every pocket*

*Jumps back in amazement, dodging the flying implements emanating from Bob's trousers and stepps onto a plate of GB's food*

Oops! Sorry!

*reappears magically next morning with a plate of scrambled eggs, sausages, tomatoes & bacon; along with a hot coffee pot*
Checks no-one is around then places tray carefully on the table.

Thanx again, darling. Guess I'd better eat fast before Gwennie makes one of her uncontrolled moves again. *Empties the plate in less than 2 minutes*

buuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPpppppppp...

Sorry! And now for an extra cup of coffee!

*Watches the windows rattle as a result of Pierce's belch*

Wow! I'm impressed! Does GB know about your amazing talents?

*Stands back and continues to watch farm animals and various other items occasionally fly out from Bob's trousers and opens the door to allow a cow to wander outside*

It's getting rather crowded in here. I hope Bob finds you a pair of trousers soon.

*Climbes out of one of the backpockes with a pir of crumpled Jeans which he throws to Piece*
sorry about that things tend to get a little lost in there.
*Starts piling all the junk back in to his pockets*