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

Perish the thought! I see myself as a very tolerant person (why else would I hang out with you lot? ) but taking beer intravenously is downright perverted!

*Puts her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands and stares intently at Kheldar's nose.*

I waiting for it to grow.

*Passes Mari-Rae a very large pencil sharpener*

*Passes mari-rae a very large magnifying glass - and a glass of beer*

Thanks!!

*Still holding Kheldar's eyes, she sips the beer and licks the foam slowly off her lips with the tip of her tongue, savoring the rich flavor. She pushes the beer, amber bubbles rising up to the creamy foam head, sweat delicately beading the outside of the glass, within reach of Kheldar's hand.*

Are you sure you wouldn't like this beer?

*trembles with excitement and sounds just like Homer Simpson:*

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, beeeeer...

I'd better get one myself.

*Takes a large glass of beer out of his pocket and slowly drinks it right in front of Kheldar*

I suspect that Kheldar is just trying to be too clever here! He is using the word 'beer' in the English sense of the word! Now... if we all try again using the words "lager' or 'Heineken', we may be nearer to the truth! ROFL
shazz... PRME (but not this week! )

Well, I'm still trembling, so...

*Downs a very large glass of Heinekens finest*

buuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppp...

'scuse me!

*Casually places her hand on the bottle from which she had poured the beer and turns it so the label faces Kheldar. It reads "Heinekens". A small smile plays on her lips now as she holds his eye.*

Hi mari-rae!
Lets see if we can make it to the record book of Guiness, shall we?

~doesn't move one muscle in his face~
I told you, I don't even like beer...
I have been in Het Kasteel many nights without even touching a glass containing it. The only reason that I do take some of that dreadful liquid stuff sometimes, is because everybody offers it to me, and I don't like disappointing them. It's not very polite to turn down a drink...

It's downright amazing how he can say so much without moving a single muscle in his face.

Maybe it's because the words do not origin from his brains? They certainly don't sound like it...

Oh dear! All this denial of alcohol!! What IS the world coming to?!
shazzPRME

*She touches a finger to the beer and reaching, traces Kheldar's lips with it, wetting them.*

Kheldar? ~husky whisper~











(Pierce, which Guiness record are you thinking about? The one of blatantly using sex to get men to do something, or the one for stubborn dutch men?)

...or the threat not to give women sex in order to ease their stubborness, hehe

(well, it might work in theory, but I wouldn't know - it is way too hard to practise, LOL)

Wetting the lips of a stubborn dutch man with beer is close to alcohol-abuse, don't you think?

*Puts her finger into her own mouth and savors the taste for a long moment.*

(At this point, if Kheldar insists he doesn't like beer, I am going to have to believe him.)

*Notices a twitch in the corner of Kheldar's left eye*

Allow me!

*Swipes Mari-Rae's drink from her and blows the froth into Kheldar's face which remains motionless as the froth drips from the end of his nose*

Gwennie! That was not nice! *Hands Kheldar a towel.*

I'm convinced. If Kheldar says he doesn't like beer, then he doesn't like beer. I should have believed him from the beginning.

Guess that makes it allright if I drink his beer then?

*Empties a dozen of Heinekens before anyone can protest*

ROFL!! He doesn't even wait 'til the body is cold, does he ?