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

*Glers at Ottox*
no one damadges bob the Big pipe other than me ok
*walks over to Bob and paches him up with tarton collerd selatpe*
is that better
*Bob makes a noise*
shall I turn ou back once for yes twice for no
*he makes another noise*
Ok lets see what we can do with his any sugstions

:I can't see the goo any more. It is now caught in Bob. Bob makes strange gurgling noises, goo dripping from underneath the sellatape:

Thanks for saving us all, Bob!

:MBH walks back to his stool, grabs a pint of MET, mumbling to himself:
That sure shut him up alright!

:unwinds another dimension, mountains of peanuts appearing on the bar:

Oh, needed that Right on the spot! Met, anyone?

::Still clutching the barstool with closed eyes::

{narrowly escaping an errant dart, settles into a barstool, feather boa rustling} Howdy y'all! Just heard about this joint, thought I'd pop in for a game of darts and a cosmicpolitan. Seems a trifle hazardous over there, though. Loved the *ahem* music--DO continue! Ya know, if I were to bring my accordion, we could REALLY have a special ambiance in here.

::hears the word accordian, and opens her eyes::

::her eyes widen at the sight of Mother of God:: OOooo...

::breaks her clutch on the bottom of the barstool, and stands up to greet the new guest::

Hello hello hello!!! SO happy to meet you. I'm Dragonfly. I couldn't help but hear you mention that you pplay the accordian!!!

Oh!!! And... Umm... I think soon we'll have to instigate a dress code for this bar, but I haven't a spare toga. You can wear your LOVELY boa with the toga though, if you ever wish to join us any old(and I do mean old, my new friend-- ANCIENT GREEK MYTHOLOGY, BABY!!! ) time!!!

Welcome, welcome, welcome...

*In the comotion of the Mother of God entering no one noticed Bobs Exit (for 4 days ) he walks back in baack in a humanish shape as well*
Hello love anything to drink round here I need to get drunk relly fast.
Why does she have to live so far away

Well, hi Bob!

Have a pint of MET, the drink of the gods! That ought to skull you off pretty effectively. Although I thought you had had enough of the goo to last for a while. Your new shape fits you much better, altogether. My compliments! What is it? Humanoid? What's up with that second nose?

:sits down on his stool and dons himself and St. Bob some met:

The side affecs of the Goo that should dissaper in a few days.
*Downs the pint without stoping for breat. getts another and does the same gets a third and stops swaying slightly*
This is good stuff you know thanks man
*starts drinking like a man who wants to be on the floore as fast a s possible*

::pouts with her extremely appealing and beautiful bottom lip(lol) to show her empathy to Bob::

What is wrong, my dear Bob!??

::is not referring to the second nose::

quirks her brow, adjusts her tiara and has a sip of her cosmicpolitan, trying to determine whether they are as dangerous as they appear to be. Remembers she is immortal, downs her cocktail and orders a round for all.

Thanks, M of G!!! You're a keeper!!!

Sorry about the attire, honey. Bacchus was an old and VERY dear friend of mine ,thought I might run into him here. He always loved me to show up in my tiara, high heels, a boa and a . Next time I'll dress a little more conservatively, though I did think that the feathers were covering all of my...finer points?? assets? {blushes and guzzles her drink} Damn thing must be molting again.

*Even thought Dragonfly and M.O.G. in the same room would have made any other man seriously think that they could not hert him to much Bob was still only intrested in getting drunk. he ansers dragonflys question while still drinking his scotchhe moved on to spirits about harlf an houre ago*
I just miss her that is all. I just had the best weekend in about six life times and now it is over

{slapping Bob gently upside the head} Get a grip on yourself, boy! I just TOLD you I will make October happen in a mere 10 days, just for you! You're gonna need that time to spruce up and pull yourself back into shape! How's she gonna feel if she finds you looking like something even the cat wouldn't drag in? You are not a pretty picture, my dear. Don't you think she deserves something better than this?

Sorry love I supose I am making a show of myelf arnt I. I know you are doing your best I am just lonly...waight thats it I will get myself a dog yes thatl work
*gives M.O.G. a hug*
thanks love your wonderful.

Aaargh, and lets me tell ye, the wench can do a fine tune on that squeeze-box.... Oh and by the by, this grog be too cold.

Erm can anyone translate that for me

She plays the accordian well and he wants a warm beer.

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JOTD: If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck and quacks like a duck -- shoot it.

Oh right well just go to briten alls they seve in bars there is wo beer now iff you want a proper drink go to irland for the bee and scotland for the whisky. Or mix them makes a funny colled thing though.

Or use the microwave!!!

Nice to meet you, Greasy Pirate!!!

You guys crack me up... too cute...

And as for your little joke, Jester-- DON'T SHOOT the duckies!!!

IRL, I work three days a week in a bakery, and we slice the bread we bake. The leftover ends get thrown away. I proposed an "Adopt the Duckies" program for the bakery, where we would collect the ends and save them for a trip to a duck pond.

No one seems to care for my idea.

So you see I love animals... but Bob, please make sure your dog will behave himself before letting him in here...

M of G-- You are the first comrade of Bacchus that has come to my attention... if you can help me loacte him(), it will be appreciated... I can't seem to find the little bugger...