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

...well I supose on this thread the title changes less than the subject...but on most the threads I'm on the title changes more often...mostly due to me...

yeh, dissapointing, but ever since about post 5000, it's just been a lot of messing about, albeit that evil and plotting still exist in some of the older members...younger ones too, sorry to all who are offended by this........

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I take ofence to that
*rips fence out o' the ground and takes it...*

Hehe.

*brings back fence and plants it firmly into ground through foot, which causes an almighty noise to erupt clamorously*


oooohoohhhhhoohohohohohhhhhhhhoooooooohhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwww!

*looks at foot*

b*&!T!^d!!!!!!!!

did someone say my name?

nope, sorry, just a blooped out bleepin bleeper of a bleepin expletive...

bleeps are wonderful things aren't they?

oh okay then...

*picks up jackhamer, and throws it randomly with eyes closed, towards nowhere in particular*

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*jackhammer hits kitchen, and causes unseen damage to the teabags*

ok, scratch that... ?

*wall explodes with tremendous force, blowing the mangled bits of diseaced teabags around and killing most of the surviving ones. through the gaping hole steps a guy dressed in standered PI stuff (long tan trenchcoat, tan neat hat, sachel with towel, RPG launcher smoking on one sholder.) He walks all the way through, brown eyes searchng the rubble and dying tea bags,,,*

Sorry about that,,,

Hi there folks! i love a good entry...

I give it three noses...

why thankyou...

*pollishes the trigger of his RPG lovingly but pollishes a bit to hard, and the weapon fires into the kitchen, causing mangled carkases of expiring digestive biscuts to ad to the teabag carnage*

I give it two thumbs and a hair...just to seem arbitrary...

i thank you for your gracious opinion

*walks into kitchen, which has seen better days, and finds a lone cup of tea.
any bicuits? opens cupboards*

Only Bourbons or custard creams? NOOOOOOOOO, you fiends.

hits PI with comedy sized whale

Welllllllllllll Hellooooooooooooooooo
*Speaking in a Terry Thomas manner, a character strikingly resembling The Doc dressed in black velevet smoking jacket, twirling a cigarette holder between immaculate manicured six inch(black)finger nails leans against the wall, smiling evilly as the cigarette smoke hangs in the air*

Helllllllllllloooooooooo.
I am Evil Doc, cloned from the real Doc during a visit to Planet Disco by the infamous section 49 secret Police. I am here to plot, be evil and indulge in some absolutely smashing Mayhem.

*Drops fag ash on the floor*

Any of you absolute shower want to show me around ............this..... Establishment?

if you say so...


this here is the slab, the office is over there,(gesticulates wildly)
and the remains of the kitchen are over there.

*nails anchovy pizza to evil doc's head at rakish angle*

*hits him with a cod and removes his cigarette, putting it out on the floor.*

dirty habit that.

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I like your style sir...........
Please allow me to tie you to the slab and set off this high powered laser between your legs.

Do I expect you to talk?

No, Mr Jim 'Thighs' fatanggg morierty - I expect you to Die!

A roast turkey on every table and a farari in every garage?