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

hey there Kid!

One coming up ...

The less sound of character the more likely you are to get served and to fit in

Meet some of the crew ...

Why certainly Luv. I would like to see the usuals. Thanks for the Might I run a tab?

* sniggers and tries to remember the last time someone actually paid for a drink *

* considers telling the Kid how this bar actually works but thinks it would be more fun for him to find out as he goes along

Now then is anyone going to come out of the woodwork and say hello?

Hello, room for a little one?

Nice to meet you, Kid. Good of you to remind me I need to look at a dictionary from time to time.

Now, in respect to the subject at hand, I'm getting rather worried about the future.

Good to meet ye too. I do find a dictionary handy. Now if I just could find the thing.

Luckily I found mine again a few days ago.

Hello there Rudolph - we always have room - but for a little what? What can I get you to drink?

Krabatt - what is worrying you about the future?

Thank you. Some of that would be good.

We can certianly manage that OK?

* passes pint *

Well I've nurse this onelong enough. Might I another Light?

*flicks lighter*

There ya go, mate!

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Why thank you Sir. So LighthouseGirl when you get the chance Missy can you toss me a pint. Do be acurate though, Please Or perhaps t'would be best if you was to hand it to me Missy. I could fail to catch it. I would'nt want to waste it.

Well, if the future is plastic ...

it isn't. but it often comes packed in styrofoam

an for me, thanks. yes, it is that time of year again

I don't know I like them litte air bubbles in that plastic packing stuff. Yep I like to pop them. It's gradifing.

I'm talking about the smell of money, old money!

Smell it, it's delicious! These notes have passed through millions of different hands, these notes have been earned by working, cheating, by corruption, by sweating blood, and by crying tears ...
It's impossible to reproduce this smell in a labratory, Mr. C.
This smell is life!

There certainly is nothing quite like the smell of money, and it's a great aphrodisiac, or so I'm told.

T'would do it for me. Nah you marry for money. You'll earn every pence of it. Now if it's temporary. Well one must ponder such.

if a girl would marry me for my money i would have to call her cheap