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

*nods*... a truism, master.

The strechting is something I wish to master. Regrettably, my training does not yet enable me to carry this out safely.

Yes, please.

*laments the death of his Mandrake machine which crashed regularly*

Talking of crashing computers. You wouldn't guess what mine just did. After re-booting three times and setting the desktop up again, it's back in working condition. Unlike my letterhead .dot file which entered the data nirvana.

ooops!

ahhh...




Do not give up on the strechting, it will come to you once your fingers get to butterfly-like to touch the correct keys of the keybourd of our communication.

*smiles and bows head low*

your fingers are indeed tired, master. Might I suggest this?

*clicks fingers and a gong sounds*

*a squat, musclèd attendant comes in, bearing a small box on a red cushion, on which reads the legend "Mavis Beacon". He bows, and presents the box to you*

*takes a bikkie and dips into expresso. Bikkie does not fit cup*

*frowns*

*eats anyway*

*sips*

*smiles blissfully*



Your choice to whistle was an excellent one. The song, after my having obtained it, has not ceased to be stuck in my head.

*sips*