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

Are you sure about that, having seen the coffee? On your liver be it.

/* Nods off by the fire, while Zeppo tries to bury a scrap of bacon that has fallen on the floor. */

*The Snughound wakes up long enough to eye Zeppo with a weary eye before shifting to block more of the "heat" from the fire and dozing off again*

*notices that no-one has taken up the offer to play cards*

Any other food orders?

The food can be enough of a gamble in here .....

*takes a sip of coffee, looks thoughtful, then pours the rest of the cup onto a nearly dead ficus plant*

Amen to that, Mr. Kes.
Did you say them snacks was frog and onion?

It might have been garlic, not onion ... I'm not sure. There's a new staff member in the kitchen, so some of the menu items have changed, ...Seems like a decent chap ... used to work for the railway company as an apprentice sandwich-shuffler, but is now studying at night school, hoping to qualify as a meat-pie reviver. Coffee not to your liking?

*Gets out his special deck, flexes hand muscles, cracks knuckles, straightens spangly vest, twirls mustache and then starts to shuffle slowly*

*eventually throws blanket over the dragons head in order to put it to sleep, threrby preventing it from maining the knuckle cracker*

purlease Marster barman. And a packet of them luvverly earthworm and garlick

With pleasure.

Thank you kinda sirrah...Do you know there people? That one over there looks awfully familiar *points towards the barman's doppel ganger*

I try to refrain from mentioning him over there, spends far too much time galivanting around wasting money if you ask me.
anyone?

*A spoon rises from the bar and begins tapping the bottles behind the bar.*

Wooo! WooOOOooOOoo! [Hey! These make different notes!]

*There's a pause, then the spoon tapping gets more rythmical and a discerning ear might be able to recognise a tune.*

WoooOOOoooOOOooOOo! Woooo! [ Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little ghoul like you ]

*Listens*
You know, I think the F sharp is a little too sharp ... Perhaps you could pour some of the contents out ... into my glass would be fine ... F sharp - that's the seventh bottle along ... the Laphroaig ...

Sounds okay to me. And I wouldn't want to upset its rhythm now would I.

*Sits down at Doc Hollijello's table.*

Doctor, I've got this pain that runs all the way down my right side and stops right at my anklebone. Do you think it's serious?

*Returns to the bar, letting m-r deal with the card player, singing a catchy little number from Ezekiel Ch. 34 V 1 to 14 .......*













"Oh the toebone's connected to the anklebone .....*

*fidgeting*

Could you make that Gin&tTonic a to go, please?

Sol! Sol... *looks around*

*whispering to mari-rae* He was a dentist. Now he mainly does bulletectomies.

To go? Your not going are you? The place is almost warmed up. Its not been this warm in here since Wumbeevil was here with all those