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

Do these lap(-top) dancers have...*gulp*...ankles?

*Drinks tall, cold glass of water*

JJ: *looks shocked and hurt* Legion, am I to understand that you are suggesting that you would look at ankles other than mine?

Thras: *pats her on the head* There there... *whispers furiously at Legion* Now look what you've done....!

JJ: *A single pitiful tear rolls down her cheek, glitters there for a moment, then gives up on it's sorry sham of an existance and falls onto the tabletop. In slow motion. A few more tears threaten to jump as well (they'll do it, don't try and stop them...!) but she wipes them away in embarassment.*

*Looks at touching scene, and raises an eyebrow*

Wow. Needy

*Pats JJ on back, offers hanky and nice cup of *

There now - blow. Well done. Feeling better? Good.

*Sneaks off to look for the ankle-dancers*

*crushes glass in her hand and makes a mental note to punch Legion with her glass-encrusted fist the next time she sees him*

*wanders in, seemingly out of thin air and sparks up a fag with his shiney new zippo*

Hey evil people, any chance of a drink?

JJ: *deftly flicks the smoke out of Darth's mouth* If we have on rule in the BOE, it's /~/NO SMOKING/~/!!! *stomps in the general direction of the nearest window, which she jumps through and Force pushes herself to the roof*

Thrasymachus: Heh heh heh. Don't mind her, she's just in a foul mood because *whiispers*she'sjustbeenrejected*whispers*

JJ: THRASYMACHUS!!!!

Thras: Eh heh... Ta! *flies away to JJ*

so.... no drinks then?

I'll just pour my self some of this.... um what ever it is... green stuff

JJ: *from the rooftop, mutters just enough so that it's intelligible* You'll die if you drink that. It's full of poison. Idiot.

will I? ah well, s'just as well I'm of the ELOHIM then isn't it?

*downs green stuff*

JJ *sniff* Whatever.

*feels a burning sensation in his stomach*

what, did I just drink?

Beware of Irish ankle dancers. Their bite is death to all ... or nearly all.

Don't mind her, she's just grouchy 'cause she hasn't had her nap.

*Pats JJ on head, studiously avoids hate-filled glare*

Have a welcoming But if you want to smoke, we would appreciate if you stepped out through the French windows to the pleasure gardens. We have dry ice machines to create a smoky atmosphere in here, for when we're at the intense e-vil plotting.

Speaking of which, we don't seem to have done much of that lately. Anyone got a nasty scheme?

'She' being JJ, of course. I hate simulposts.

I suppose these Irish ankle dancers would be found in Leeson Street, right? I could get some inoculations and be there pronto...

Thanks *takes and dwns it in one* um yeah what actually was the green stuff I drunk?

You're not going to like it...

It was the BoE mouth rinse glass. For after we've been e-villy washing our teeth. It didn't taste minty, did it?

oh.... well thats alright then, thourght it was something nasty... well nastier

nah it tasted kinda liquichy, with a little aniseed. I thourght it was absinth

sorry I kinda murdered the convo... ah well

*wanders out the frenchwindows and sparks up*

I wouldn't worry. This is a vampire thread...it will *never* die...

...never...

...ever...

...ver...

is it? Great

*attempts to blow a smoke-ring... fails*

so.... er, come up with any evil plans yet?