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

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Right. I had thought of being Zaphod, seeing as he's President of the Galaxy, but that's boring so I'm going to be a much more fun character :

[Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz]

And I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon if you break the rules! *snort*

[WHITE MOUSE]
Why aren't we ruling Planet Earth yet???

[D-class Frogstar Robot]
I don't like the look of that wall over there...

[Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz]

*tries to strap the white mouse down in a minature poetry appreciation chair*

Right. Let's get this party underway. Ahem... *shuffles pages of Vogon poetry*

[D-Class Frogstar Robot]

Bah! Poetry's not the thing to get this party going; what we need are some explosions! How about I shoot that ceiling over there?

[WHITE MOUSE]
Hahahaha....you'll have to move quicker than that to catch me!!!
*scurries off to find its friends*
*returns with reinforcements*

[Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz]

Explosions! Good idea. Shoot those mice for a start.

Let's start drinking, anyway. *Takes a sip from a bottle of Vogonic Vodka, and nearly chokes to death*

[D-Class Frogstar Robot]
Right then, you mice; say hello to my electron ram!

*many explosions, all of which completely miss the mice, and more importantly, miss the booze*

[Gargravarr]

My body won't be attending, it says I'll just spoil the mood.

[Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz]

Good. Ugly body anyway. Where's the Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters?
*Grabs three of them and retires to a corner to glower at everyone*

(Peregrin: Hi all! Thanks for attending! I think I've chosen a rather innappropriate character here because I can't really welcome anyone. Anyway, help yourself to the Gargle Blasters etc., if you've got a body with you)

*Bumblebee comes dressed as a Telephone Cleaner*
[Telephone Cleaner]
Where's the champagne then?

[Gargravarr]

*A PGGB appears to lift itself off the table, and its contents slowly vanishes*

I may have no body but I can still eat and drink. Do you have any fairy cake?

*The Telephone Cleaner wobbles off on very high heels, pulling the too-short skirt down as she goes searching for champagne*

[Telephone Cleaner]
Yoohoo! Campaaagne! Waiter!

(This T.C has a particular high,nasal, irritating voice that sets peoples teeth on edge)

[WHITE MOUSE]
*grits its teeth*
*scurries around on the floor taking the last of the fairy cake away in its jaws.*
*dodges more blasts in its direction*

[Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz]

*Grunts nastily as the waiters bring it trays of champagne, Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, and assorted species of nibbles*

*floats in on floating chair*

[THE BOWL OF PETUNIAS. YOU KNOW, THE ONE THAT GOT CREATED WITH THE WHALE]

Oh no, not again.

*thud*

*chair rises to half an inch up*

Anyone got a PGGB for me?

[WHITE MOUSE}
*scurries away in the direction of the mess hall, thanking her lucky stars that that bowl of Petunias just missed her.*

[Gag Halfrunt]

Hello everyone! How are vee feeling today, hmm? Are vee all very well adjusted in our mental attitudes?

That vill be three million Altarian dollars!

[WHITE MOUSE]
*scurries back and starts nibbling away at the leather on the Vogon's boot*