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

Yes.

There is no blatant A14014630dvertising in this post.

Foolishness! The Evil Army will conquer the internet as soon as we remember how to do work!

Jump aboard Robotwig; I'm extending the Mediteranian crusie to take in Lichenstein.

To aswer your "What be this then?". When the call whent out for crew for the Thingite ship I had to turn it down as I was already on the "Wunderbar" (http://p076.ezboard.com/fblueneckmessagecentrefrm7.showMessageRange?topicID=539.topic&start=1&stop=20).

* return from flight across Sweden*

NoNoNo! No claws in Sweden...

Sorry about the delayed post, if you're wondering, the Macinac Bridge is a five-mile long suspension bridge that connects the two penninuslas of Michigan.

As it lies between two very large bodies of water (for lakes that is) it can get very windy up there. One windy night (I think this happened during the night), an old lady (I believe it was an old lady) driving a Yugo was blown off the bridge.

*returns from razing Sweden* Oh. Are you sure, dragonqueen?

*looks under raised Sweden*
Nope, no claws.

My claw detector seems to be picking up claws in Sweden, I think that EC may be right.

Why do you have a Claw detector?

I really don't know. I just found it in my hoodie pocket, I seem to find a lot of things in there. I'm starting to wonder if I got it used.

Maybe its a magical hoodie that contains a gateway to a magical land where lions rule the Earth but are extremely lazy so they force others to do the work for them?

Or perhaps it was created by Mystical beings who could fortell the future and realised that, since they could change nothing, they might as well get drunk as skunk* and lie back and watch.

(* Other Polecats are available)

I like your theory for some reason.

Bah! Thing rules, not Lions

Morning all.

Narrator: Mystifyed by the inability to find claws in Sweeden even though they had been give very specific directions, the Thingites hordes return to their HQ only to find the entire building and its environs have been stolen and fenced off piece by piece as new housing for the noveau riche. Meanwhile bunnyfrog relaxes in his unreachable dimesion of fluffiness, idly wondering how to make the bf edible clone generator run on dragons breath, cheese and essence of fizz. Oh and activates the extractor that removes dudemans entire source of Cosmic.

Narrator: frog suddenly wakes up in the middle of the BBQ stand and realises that all his previous experiences are due to intoxication of wow wow sauce. He therefore begs to be eaten...

Lets all eat frog.

Woop! There goes Mr. Jelly!