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

Oh, hi Kes,

fancy a 'just enough frothy' chocolate milk, you 'innocent man'?

Excuse me, Kes, Dragonfly.

*Gets up and walks over to Pandora, taking the empty rocking chair near the hearth.*

Hello Pan. What have you been up to today?

Welcome, Mari-Rae

Would you like something to drink?

Hello, Kasia! Yes! I'd like a cup of tea please. And how do I say thank you in Polish? I should know because my grandmother was Polish, but she never taught me a word.

AHHH!!!

NO!!!!!

::wipes it off with the edge of her toga::

::looks at the edge of her toga::

::looks again::

Hey... I didn't have a milkstash...

That's not very funny!!!

::sticks her tongue out at Mari-rae::

What's that crawling up your sleeve, Mari-rae!??

::drinks more yummy chocolate milk:: this is perfect, Kasia...

::looks around the pub for herself:: This DOES look much like the other pub... and even the other other pub, but without the green lighting and the Great Pumpkin!!! What a party!!!

::drinks more chocolate milk::

::to Pan:: So... what are all the clothes in the ladies' room for!?? Are we going to play dress-up later!??

::hopeful::

Pandora tends to run through clothes rather quickly. She takes back up outfits with her just in case.

*Checks her sleeve. Finds a spider. Lifts it off and carries it to the door and sets it free.*

Why are you wearing a toga, Dragonfly? Its very flattering to your figure.

Thank you... sorry about the !!!

The cat would be disappointed that she doesn't have a playmate... hey... has anyone seen Sophocles around!??


Your question about the toga reminds me of a joke--

::ahem::

A muse walks into a bar... the bartender says, "Toga night was last night, love..."

::silence::

::Kes laughs::

Thanks, Kes... I know I can always rely on you. And your innocence!!!

Here is your cup of tea, Mari-Rae. Do you like some chicken fajitos with extra jalapenos? They are just fresh made.

Oh, and the Polish word for thank you is dziekuje

Bless You, Kasia. That was quite a sneeze... I hope you aren't coming down with a cold...

::wonders to herself:: Fajitas for brekkie!??

Thank you, D

What are 'brekkies'?

The morning meal ... to break one's fast ... breakfast ... brekkies.
Aren't languages wonderful! ... even a-muse-ing at times, eh, Dragonfly?

Sorry, Kasia - I can never resist a pun!

Oh, okay. I only know the word 'brekkies' as a description of cat's food, so I was a little bit uncertain

BTW: I like your puns, Kes

*Kasia purs herself a Ruedesheimer (it's with Asbach-brandy, in case it's unknown)*

Dziekuje, Kasia! No chicken fajitas just yet, though. I'll have another cup of tea, though.

*Takes out her knitting and sits rocking by the fireplace. She is the very picture of somebody's old granny.*

Okay then, Mari-Rae - no fajitas.

*Kasia starts to eat them alone, cause she likes something hot in the mornings *

Here is your cup of tea Mari-Rae

And come on: your spirits are so fresh and vital! Don't you tell me something of an old granny. I saw the picture at your space, though, but that means nothing!

*Engländer comes in with a lot of paperwork*

Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, everybody, nice to see you, yes, very nice, now, I have come here to talk about that chap, the one who pronounced that we haven´t got a lot of rights to what we do here, does that meen, you can´t make a pun, without giving the guide the copyright? Oh, I think I will have to read his article first...

*Engländers paper drops to the flour, fluters everywhere, coffee is being spilt, E in a huffle, nervous wreck, breakdown, starts wimpering*

WHAT with all the ideas I have got, and I believed this is a good world, and, and , *sob, sniff, wail*

*E changes to a Bogart-style voice*
Martini, please.

!

WHAT are you doing in here, Engländer?!

*Kasia looks at the mess, Engländer produced*

Okay, you sit down at once, here is your , don't move! I'll clear this all myself, because you seem to be so shaky, it makes me nervous.

*Kasia goes to the kitchen, came out with a clout and starts to clear the floor. Then she sees Engländer's papers and tries to clear them also*

Hmm, I'm not sure, if you will be able to use them again, dear.

Oops, it should have been

*Looks up from her knitting at all the activity.*

Englander, come here and sit by me. You can wind this ball of yarn for me and tell me why you are so upset. Bring your martini.

*Scuffle, Scuffle. RL Engländer´s been of to the other thread and has frowned a little at the things he read...*

Wow, that was a downer, just that moment. All my good ideas. I wanted to put up an article about my lego-starwars, and Amy Ant came up and said something about copyright on the logo´s i used. And then there is this virtual intrusion, and suddenly the reality flips and...

## E can be realy good at knocking the roof ##
says the alter ego,
## Gets into circular fits, when he starts considering to much and trying to be too nice. I could kick him sometimes, gets carried away with these thoughts of what could have happend to those legoparts he built the farm with, twentyfive years ago... ##

And now my papers. Thanks for clearing up Kasia, that gives me an ever so bad concience..........

*wanders in*
Oooh look a fresh thread...
*orders a large bottle of tequila at the bar, and looks round to see who else is in here*