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

:: has some while waiting for the show to begin... sneaks back into the dark corner, raises his mod-whompin stick...::


MARY JANE!!!!!!


::waits for the mods to show up::

I used to have a swirly black and white checked shirt but im not a mod!!

Another survivor of the 70s.

Hi Egon! Welcome back... would you like some ? (I just wanted to compare those two...)

THOG!!! LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU, THERE IS A MODERATOR!!! *Pointing with her cane behind Thog's shoulder and waiting to see if he is going to fall for this...*

*Makes a sound like a Mod crunching crisps underfoot*

*Peers up through the backlog*

Hi chaps!

*Decides that anyone (especially WR) who thinks she's gorgeous must be too blind to be riding a lovely large m/c and concocts a cunning plan to drink WR under the table so she can steal his bike*

Pan have you been upsetting the flying moderators again! Tsk! Shame on you girl! And what are all those bite marks on your shins? Have you been asking people to bite you again? You ole perve you! Have you no shame woman?

*Stops admiring Thog's stick and peers appreciatively at Egon's new and still shiny 'puter*

You've got over your keyboard Egon!

Kes get your feet off Egon's new and shiny keyboard, there's a good chap!

WHAT??? A MOD???? WHERE????


::spins around and flails wildly about with his big stick...






...after the dust settles, Thog is mildly surprised to see Kes and three very large sprawled unconscious upon the alley pavement::

Um... oops... heh...

Sorry about that, chaps... erm... uhhhh... Here, have an , make ya feel all better

...*sticks her "horse" finger up Thog's nose to clean it off...*

Egon! Hiya' Sweety! If ya' send me an E, I'll have Thog wack you with his Mod whomping stick...I can't get any.Es
It's E's I can't get any e's......in' 'puters anyway...makes me want to drink buorbon and smoke
==~~ Ahhhh...very relaxalating, even if I do have to say so mydamnedself.
...*tries to ignore Thog's stick...seems it's all she can think about...*

It sounds as though Pierce's wooden leg has competition in the form of Thog's big stick.

:: off in search of some water with which to wash his nose after having had a 'horse' finger in it ::

*E wonders why Pan can´t get E´s... knows one reason why he´s not available...*

Oh, truuuuust me E.if I had my sights on you...
you'd be helpless. Watch this!

That was 'sposed to be a Chippendale Dancer!...*takes out her book of spells...settles in for the night in the alley with the street light for reading...* ===~~~

Can´t you turn it into a , Pan?

...*looks up from her book of spells...*I think we have more than our quota of old goats around here E.!
...*tries to read even though she's pi**ed that another thread was
MODERATED...* ==~~

Well now, E!

I think you might turn into g**t yourself pretty soon.

*Is lauging too hard and must go into the ladies loo to make a quick discreet change... * *Comes out and examines Kes who is still lying on the floor.*

Kes? Are you ok?? I think he's really knocked out. There is a and a and a all licking his face and he isn't moving...

*Opens one eye and sees three concussed rabbits and mari-rae*

*Tries other eye*
*Slurrrp! Lick!*
Baah Baah!

*Nudging aside the livestock, she pokes Kes in the ribs with her cane.*

You ok down there???

*Opens both eyes.*
Oh! Hello! This calls for a verse ...
Ahem!
You can tell a chap who boozes
By the company he chooses ....









*At which point, the three rabbits, two sheep and goat walk off*

Hey... is it enough if I just say the word and some g+++ oh... I wont say it again... apears?

*Sultandude crunches his way to the alley*

===== "Whew! Need that after a hard day's work."

Y'all.