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

*Grumbles. Puts on her apron. Smearily adjusts her trifocals. Gets the broom, dustpan, mop, cleaning solvents, glass cleaner, paper towels, and two large bin bags. Grumbles. Goes into the Gents.

There are various sounds from within.

She emerges, dragging a heavily laden bin bag that has something Linus shaped struggling around inside it.*

There was a terrible pile of something on one of the toilets. I didn't want to look at it too closely, but I think I got most of it up.

I'll do the Ladies next, but first I need a cuppa.

You're a truck driver Stagehand? Has NATO been alerted to this fact?

Please enlighten this iggerant type Pom what a *brownie* is as I had until now assumed that it was a sort of biscuity type thingee wotsit oobreedoobree.

*snoring gently with a on her face still*


yep, brownies are a moist, chewyish little tray bake thingy, but Hyp adds a certain little extra something for the glowy feeling

...one of those secret herbs and spices!

Ohhhhh! I see!

I had better stick to my and keep what few wits I have left about me.

*Pours out several steaming mugs of and lines them up on the bar. Drinks one and takes another and a funnel over to the sleeping Caerwynn and pours the hot coffee down her throat*

If the doesn't wake her up, the heat will!

http://images.google.com/images?q=BROWNIES&hl=en&lr=&sa=N&tab=wi

More cakey than a biscuit. There are NO BLONDE brownies, btw. If you are ever served one it is ok to sneer at it.

Linus, whatever happened to The Church of the True Brownie, where you and I shared so many grand adventures, discovered the barfridge, and rode across Europe on elephants??

::hands the postman 100 pieces of gold (because the postman insists that he was clearly insufficiently stamped) and leaves for the gents to get a long deserved shower::

*Puts down on a brownie, thinking it was a beermat. Stares disconsolately at squashed gluey brownie through almost a pint of *

ohmyhell

kes has killed the brownie

...*thought she juss heard herself say ohmyhell...snaps out of a drunken stuper in a very lady like manner...*
Who killed a brownie?! Are you sure it wasn't a girl scout?!
This place is getting to be......like most places I frequent.

Stagehand has to take drug tests? Oooo you lucky bugger! What do they give you? And where do I sign on?!

i don't think they have developed enough tests to cater for you Pan

I'd always thought a brownie was what a cub ate to become a scout

as to the church Mari, it died a slow painful death, or was that the elephants

Brownie Abuse! Call the paramedics! Call the fire department! Call Emeril!

It used to be a requirement to have drugs in your system to get the gig. Times have indeed changed.

Who is Emeril??

*wakes up ince the caffeine hits her blood stream*



Whoooopeee!

*Attempts to pry deceased brownie off bottom of beer mug. Now has blunt knife stuck between brownie and mug, which doesn't balance on the bar very well.*

::enter and a herd of ::

(inspecting the remains of the brownie): quick, hand me a scalpel...

...and a spoon, some whipped cream and a marachino cherry

And a blender?

Emeril is a . Owns a bunch of restaurants. Has a show on the Food Network. Writes cookbooks. Has his own line of seasonings - everything very hot and spicy. He's a bonafide culinary .

He does brownies. ======~~

Poor brownies! Exactly what does Emeril *do* to 'em?