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

::always up for watching two women tearfully fondle eachother, Thog materializes a or three and kicks his feet up on a table in the corner, watches the girls, and tries to forget it's a DAY::

*Overhears Thog's comment and stops ing*

"Tearfully fondle"?

*Takes an indignant sniff and turns a baleful glare on Thog*

Pan? Did you hear what that nice young man said about us?

*Whispers to Pan*

Where's the duct tape?

*is glad to have duct tape safe in his pocket, as he´s totaly against needles violance...*

Here, thog, how about getting a for the ladies? And if you want to stay alive

Nahhhh.... bring on the duct tape!!!

What? Pardon?
*Cups hand to ear*
Somebody's bringing on some duck pate?

Duck, plate?

I can't see a plate...

*ducks anyway, justin...*

*A small plate whizzes past .... more like a flying saucer, really .....*

makes a change from the pink elephants i normally see

*puts on a Donald Duck Tape*

Qwaaaaaaaaakquackquqackquack...

Pardon? Was that some Crackers to go with the duck pate?

no... sorry, the quackers were from playback...

I can see that this is all going to end with a massive bill!

*Lobs another piece of crockery at Thog, which connects with his forehead, knocking him unconscious. Gwennie delves into the depths of her m/c jacket pocket and produces a roll of duct tape, then vaults over several chairs and tables and sets about restraining her victim*

There!

*Stands back to admire her work and the now mummified, apart from his nose and feet, Thog who produces a muffled groan as he regains consciousness to find Gwennie tickling his feet with a large, black discarded duck feather*

*makes sure he´s in the kitchen and hasn´t got to watch all this...*


Sorry, Thog... seems I´m some duffer

Gwennie!!!!

Geez Thog, I thought you would have DUCKED!
Good thing Duct tape isn't too costly! We can just put it on your bill. Now, don't let all this get you DOWN!

...*joins E. in the kitchen where he tries to explain to Pandora why it isn't a good idea to bob for french fries...*

It's just water off a duck's back to me Pan...

*Continues to tickle Thog's feet for a while until she becomes bored and wanders into the kitchen to annoy Pan and E*

Pan sweetiepoos...One isn't supposed to use the deep fat fryer to bob for fries in! Besides, you'll get your hair all greasy and smelling of fries!

::breathes a great, all - suffering sigh, and, muttering with some difficulty since his lips are taped, turns into a puff of bluish smoke, leaving a vaguely Thog - shaped pile of duct tape on the floor. The puff of smoke then sails merrily into the kitchen, waggles Gwennie's butt, and glides back to the common room, where it chooses a table and turns back into Thog. Thog takes a seat at the table and materializes a ::


Somehow I thought the whole duct tape thing was going to be more entertaining than it was... ::sigh::

*Dips her index finger in Thog's and stirs gently before removing it and flicking the foam onto his nose*

Thog! You old pervert you! What did you expect then? Do tell!

Just thought I would drop in to inform you all that I finished my first year of university today.

OK, that's all.

Well! Egon, that calls for a round of ! Ages since we had here, I guess? Hey, what a good excuse!

*hands out to all... sets one glas next to the ducttape...*

Congratulations and well done Egon!

How many more years to you have to go before you qualify for a certificate stating that you officially have a brain?