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

I'm sure Courtney's capable hands will be very...capable...ahem...

As for what the womenfolk will do while I'm away...I'm sure they'll find something...

* M.K looks innocent... *

* whilst reaching for a chocolate chip cookie... *

Yes, very capable...

Lord M.K*

Nobody want any of these PGGBs?
Ok, I'll drink them.

Mandarb, I will be lonely without you.
So MK, what do you want to know?
I was just chatting to Kes and GB got a bit jealous and starting chucking things at me. I had to defend myself. It's not my fault that we all ended up in a tangle of limbs on the floor. Not that I was complaining, mind.

Actually behind the barricades, but when I grabbed all those drinks, I missed the Laphroiag, so if i might take the spare bottle? ... oh and some more mineral water. There will be hangovers soon. Thank you - just put it on the bill ... Oh, and sorry about the first bill ... the ink seems to have run.

*clatter of high heels
Lord M.K*!
Mina! *hugs Mina....
Good morning!
Oh, where's Mandarb gone? Germany? My condolences, hon.
Anything you want me to do in particular today, your Lordship?

* MK turns to Mina... *

Oh, such a delightful lady couldn't have done anything wrong...

* Espys the flouncing flirting G.B, whose skirt seems to be getting shorter everyday, or maybe 'her' absence has something to do with that... *

Well, you could do your job !!!

Lord M.K*

~blushes~

He called me delightful!
~sighs~

* M.K stares slightly perturbed that the whip & tong bearing lady would blush at anything... *

Lord M.K*

I'm not used to compliments, I'm used to cowering men worshipping me. As seen elsewhere on this site in one forum or another.

Well, I have noticed...

* M.K circles his finger around the rim of his tumbler... *

Yes, but they were all mere boys...

Lord M.K*

So what would it take to get a Real Man to bow down and worship me?
Or do Real Men have other plans for me?

Well...

Real men would see behind the goddess visage & demand to dance amongst the flames, burning at the heart of the matter...

Demanding parity of emotions, body & spirit...

* M.K reaches for the spirit bottle carried from far Jamacian Islands... *

A little light rum to manifest the soul...

Lord M.K*

Pass the rum please.

And where would I find a Real Man to do just that?

* M.K takes a swig of the powerful rum and nearly falls over... *

Well...

* His vision starts to fade... *

I think there might be a touch of voodoo about this drop...

* He tries to gather his thoughts back together, which could be like trying to draw driftwood back to its point of origin... *

Real Men aren't so much as to be found, but to be experienced...

Drink Up...

Lord M.K*

~drinks~
This rum really is delicious, a top up please?

I'll look forward to experiencing my first Real Man. Let me know if you see (are) one.

* M.K reaches into his pocket writes down something on a piece of paper... *

* He passes it to Mina & winks... *

* It reads... *

Mad Gerald - REALMan for Hire... Ph:69 696969

Lord M.K*

Oh, no thank you.
That phone number seems slightly tacky to me.
And I have never "hired" it in my life, and I am not about to start now.
More drink?

*slinks in, wearing aura of confidence and Chanel No 5*

Did I hear there were real men around here? I'll take a scotch on the rocks and a real man, please, bar tender.

*looks around at company*

Hello, my name is Contessa Tashalls, I have just taken a room. Has anyone spied my roommate, Zmrzlina,lately? I thought I once met a Russian diplomat called Zmrzlina, and I was wondering if they were one and the same.

Well... I'm sure he will track you down, with or without your consent...

He has a habit of reducing every women to screaming & tears...

One way or another...

* M.K pours another drink... *

Or...

Oh my, I didn't slur my words then or...

Lord M.K*

I'll try to avoid him I think.
You seem to be at leisure today, nothing pressing to attend to?