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

How could you look to malign our glorious warlord like that?

*Whisper* We can use the pictures to blackmail him, take over the Thingite movement and rule as king and queen! Mwahahahaha!

Sorry 'bout that, but I see part of my job description as including sowing inner conflict and discord. Had to be done. Enjoy yourself!()

*Silently slides in*

What about ursurption?

What did you hear?
I mean ... Ahahaha. Nothing. Honest. In no way was I discussing dirty tricks and a regime change.



Why don't you have a drink, Mystrunner? You must be thirsty from all that...running...

*Holds out suspicious smoking . Drop falls to floor, eats through floorboards*

*Smiles wryly*

Poison. Ha. Yes, very funny, comrade. Really, I didn't just waltz into my title...

*After recovering from the wave of depression that the robot brought, and dancing with a Jedi knight, get's up - and lights a flame thrower*

Wheres the action? *evil look*

*Meanwhile the robot has walked off muttering something about no one wanting to know his name was MARVIN as it was far too depressing*

Actually, it's the warlords b-day, and it'd be terribly bad manners to take any action today. Sorry for the cheap ruse, Mysty, but my position demands it. There's a minibar in the corner if you'd like to mix your own - alternately, would you be interested in a contract?

Oh
*looks disapointed, and turns off flame thrower*
*walks off to mini bar to look for *

Terran

A contract you say...

Tell me.

Firstly, Happy Birthday, you old Ostrich you!

Secondly, Thanks for the , Granny!

Thirdly, if Mystrunner is going to be about, I might have to start some not-so-random violence... he seriously impeded some spying on CHOPPERS I had up... then again, he nearly kicked my tail!
Welcome Mystrunner!!!

Fourthly, Terran, can't we turn that hunk of metal of yours into something truly e-vil? It has the brain capacity to really muck things up!

And now, because of it's far too long absence from the BoE:

excellent. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHH!!!!

Hey! Why is there no evil laugh smiley? Hmm...

There is n evil laugh smiley because they realy really like to tick off the members of the E-vil council.

It's Murphy's Law, Yank dearling. Or something like that at any rate. Heh heh.

SO YES!

*greatfully takes from Granny and begins to sip at it*

So what exactly is the next course of action then? I'm dying to know...

Well I was going to do the whole Pirelli blackmail thing, but since Provera seems to be on to me, we should probably put that plan on hiatus. Can you think of anything else fun to do with a nuclear missile? We could use it as a pinata at the annual BoE picnic... We should all head over to the smiley page and begin a campaign for an smiley. It could be a hybrid with the eyes of and the mouth of If all of us evil-doers campaign at the same time, the craven PTB will have to appease us! Follow me! * off to http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/alabaster/F20473?thread=205676&post=2330937#p2330937 still holding *

*Picks up some umm..."persuasive" implements and follows Legion after a quick *

*drinks another (rootbeer) and follows the lot*

Hehe...now that everyone's gone I can slip mind-altering drugs into the minibar...

*Dips finger into , tastes cautiously*

Hey, who's been poisoning the drinks? I'd say these are 10% and 90% a cocktail of LSD and chemicals. Has *everyone* poisoned the drinks by now? *Grumblegrumble*

I guess I'll just have to be content with tapwater...at least that must be safe...

*Pours glass of tapwater, drinks it down*

Hmm. I'm feeling lethargy, and a vague urge to pay my license fee...

*Watching from her hiding place behind the mini-bar, she quickly empties it out, and refills it with nutritious beverages like , water, and ovaltine. Spotting Mr.Legion about to turn and catch her, she quickly blow darts him at the neck, steps over, and returns to the melee at the evil smiley thread, saying to his unconcious figure...*

No offence Legionsy... but I can't have you catching me right away in my weekly act of ultimate e-vil. Sleep well, and dream of large ankles.



Y.S.

...hrgh...

...snrfl...

...ankles...



*Starts to drool on pillow*

Wow, it sure is empty in here *peeks out the window, sees a ghostly apparation of an albatross, and quickly shuts it* Is that blasted thing going to haunt me for eternity?

Helllooo! Hey, everyone! We have to celebrate!!! Mina agreed to add the evil smiley to the idea list!!! Come have a drink to celebrate! And don't trod upon Mr. L as you come in, unless you really want to.


-Y.S. CSTE

*Plucks the blow-dart from Mr. Leigon's neck, administers an antidote after a few seconds analysis, and waits for him to wake.*

Hello Mystrunner!

I'm so glad you're here! Someone had it in for our dear Legionsy, I'm afraid . It's not very e-vil to bring him to, unless you have some great deviant fun in mind?

Have a drink, won't you?


-Y.S. CSTE

*Doesn't look up from what he is working on.*

He mentioned a contract. I always fulfill, and I never turn them down.

*Pause*

A drink, however would be welcome. Water, barkeep.