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

[Aeryn] *relaxes as Sharp moved away without drawing anyone else's attention to her*

: 'Coz when yer a loudmouth guy, (like Sharp is), Tha's about the subtlest he can be. Not sayin' anything-s, I mean.

[Sharp]: (to no-one in particular): *Checks the time on his pocketwatch, -ing*
"Long trial, this-is..."
*Glances over at the center of the room, where the trial's taking place, and begins to munch on a small piece of the roasted batwing from earlier*

[Sharp]: (To some local nearby staring @ him): (*misunderstanding*)"Wha's your problem, I didn't like that my stomach was growling so loud, Tha's all. (*thinks a bit, then realizes*) "Oh, , you think it's ky to see someone eating a wing. Would it make more sense if I told yas that, comin' from a place like wheres I'm from, they're a special treat, a sort of ethnic cuisine if Y'will."
(thinking): Sheesh, It's not like I was going to offer 'im any. Wuz with him?

[Sharp]: (to Gandark): "People heres don't like roasted wings? But they's jus' the way my mummy used to make 'em back home what's what! Some people."

[Sharp]: (still kinda unsure, or maybe he's just pushing it to make a point, or turn it inta a joke): "Oh! Maybe i's 'coz I forgot the newt-eye sauce tha's s'pposed ta go w/it, uuhm?"
: blech! .

[Gandark] Toasted batwings? Well I'd heard they were edible ... but I was never taught to cook them and I'm not particularly fond of exotic dishes. I do some pretty good Chinese though ... I'm not a particularly good chef where I come from you understand but compared to everybody here I'm probably a master.

[King Michael] *bangs gavel* Order! ORDER!! We have more buisiness to attend to today, you know? Let's get on with it!
Nerd42

So you was there the whole time, eh? lucky: I wuz guessin' right (I guess).

I try to check h2g2 as often as I can. Since I start a new job on Monday it'll probably be back down to once a day though
Nerd42

: Oh! I been checkin' it only once in awhiles. Hadta do university studies, chores for mom, etc. (blah,blah,blah on luandry list of assigned obligated tasks,Etc,etc,etc.).

i know what u r talkin about there
Nerd42

[Sharp]: *Chomps down on the wing.* }Omp!{

[Sharp]: *tears offa few pieces from the giant wing*
"Hey Gandark, Aeryn,-Either of you guys want some?" *does a *
: Not for 'coz if he's tryin' ta gross them out, but just as a friendly gesture, mind you. 'Cuz them's somewhat of a delicacy from over...over...-well, over where it is that's where he's from is.

[Aeryn] *wrinkles her nose slightly, but her stomach has different ideas (as she hasn't eaten for the last two days) and she reluctantly gets up to accept some bat-wing*

Oh well, I'll try anything once.

*sits back down in dark corner and nibbles on the bat wing*

Salty.

[Sharp]: "See...i's really not so bad once ya's get used to it. Course for folks whoa' have never had it befores,... Them's us'lly too 'fraid ta try it." *s a bit, kind of heartily*

: of Course,...Sharp knows that offering the king or the Tough guy some wing is most likely not-such-a-good-idea. Afterall, he doesn't particularly hold a death-wish . the would probably just try an' wear it like a hat, most likelys.

[Sharp]: *Watches trial proceedings*
(thinking): I'm really not quite sure what ta expect next here. Th'whole place is a new country to me that I ne'er have been to before...Don't like flame-cooked wings here,-Sheesh. People here are !

:Ta the tunea Monty Python's lumberjack song: 'Coz,..., Sharp isa Warlock, an' he's , he's , & No-he won' goaway! Even-though, he got them (eery) eyes, Pe-eople bein' too ascared of him-is heck-a-unwise.
He's-not-so evil, once ye-gets ta know,-yeh gets ta know, oh-they gets to know. But see what I means bout them npcs, the npcs, nae the NPCs.
They doan't like him vary much...
es, regardles of gender, are always viewed w/ suspicion by the establishment.-um, usually

[Sharp]: (thinking something kinda-sorta-along the same sort of lines as my above ,stupid, bitoa narrative):...right.
*Continues watching the events, crunching on the wing (not-too-noisely, mind you ) as he goes* }chomp-ita!{
"Oh,...but where are my manners?" *goes and }Vwoosh!-pop!{ gets a napkin from out of thin air.
*W/a great showoffy-type of subtly(& in an-just-like the whole of the wing-thing, unsettlingly way) daintily wipes his mouth.* W/ an even -er }!hsoowV{ sound effect (one that is though not so loud, still baffling to ones' ears, provided that one is listening for that kind of thing,-in the first place, which in-of-itself is mighty ,-but, no matter...), the napkin---Goes back to whenst it came.
:Ha-,wha-,hah-hah.

Filth, you gonna call any witnessses, or make closing remarks or just rest your case or what?

Nerd42