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

*clips Legion with some sequiturs from the potting shed.*

You mean like a 'this is your life' type thing? Well I think Plebis was going to try and chart the history of the BoE but I don't know how far he's gotten.

I can fix that whole 'not having their bits stomped on' thing.

I can fix that RIGHT NOW, actually, if you'd like, dear.

Yes, I tried. But in the effort of preventing myself from going even more insane, I quite. It's fine by me if anyone wants to steal the code and continue writing it.

Oh my God, the stomping.

Can you feel it?

HERE COMES THE STOMPING!

I mean...yes, dear. That would be lovely.

Glomps? GLOMPS?

I'm sorry Legion, but this is for your own good.

*Grabs an umbrella from the stand in the corner, rams it up Legion's ass, and presses the button on the handle to open it.*

*There is a quiet *FWOOMP*, and Legion is left looking like he is wearing a tutu made of flesh.*

*flops down in a chair, pulling out bottle from satchel, and takes a long pull, while waiting to see how far this will go this time. Offers bottle to Galigan*

"Want a hit?"

*Looks down at his hideously stretched midsection, blinks, wobbles slightly*

Hey, isn't it bad luck to do that indoors?

*Falls over, rolls in a circle*

*takes the bottle and swigs*

I think it is Legion, though I don't know what the rules are for if it's open *inside* someone indoors.

*passes the bottle back to Phaid*

*Begins to think that the cthulhu idea has been lost, but hears the siren songs of his pistols and starts to get a crazed look in his eyes.*

*Wheezes horribly. Determined gleam enters eye*

Right, the whole Elder God fishing-trip we had planned. I can still...whoo, my lungs...I can still make it. If I...strap a shotgun to my neck and...push off with my...fingers...

*Rolls around in a circle several times, bumps into a coffee table*



Tell Chthulu I said hi.

"Enough of this nonesense!" *Stops Legion with foot, reaches down and presses botton, collapsing umbrella. Quickly pulls it out and flings it across room, where it embeds itself in the wall like a well thrown dart.*

"Tell him yourself" He says with an

Now *that's* got to hurt!

not if we knock him unconscious before he notices.

Probably should have done it first, but it's too late now. He'll just have to be a man about it, and suck it up.

*Takes a long pull on bottle, and offers Legion a drink.*

Here, this ought to take your mind off of things for a bit, then we can get to some serious god-smiteing.

Wait, are we going to kill a god?

If so, count me in.

I think I was in on this plot several pages ago. So since it doesn't seem to have got very far yet, I'll rejoin.

I'm up for smiting a god.