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

Blrup (Translation: Oh, so you wany to fight, do ya?!!)

And fighting a drunken fish would be so difficult.

Blurp (Translation: Shut up you, you slut ya!!)

::raises an eyebrow::

I thought you found newts in clean water, not fish

*as she can't be bothered to get up, opens cupboard door, stretches inside from her chair, and brings out an *

*looks around* when have you found me in clean water?

Newts are in /clean/ water? Where does all their excrement go? And don't tell me they get out to do it.

Maybe they do step out to go poopies and peepees.... Sir Issac Newt, our newt, died cause he stepped out...

Just in case it becomes an issue, the rule here at the Inn is that one *always* steps out.

*break dance*

* a rather naferious looking chap stroles in dressed slighly theard bare.* Ahum Can a gent of good standing with the Les Chiens Rouges get a pint of ale here?*heads to the bar for a seat.*

*Hopes he doesn't drink this drink.*

We're quite partial to the chaps in these parts, Kid... what can I get for ya? Oh, it might take a millenium or so. As you can see, we're quite busy...

Well if it might take that long, I'll two pints of Guiness. Apollo

Coming right up!

*Apollo goes into the back room... disappears for a couple decades*

*returns with a couple small fowl*

It took forever to find 2 pint-sized Guineas...but here you go!

*plops the birds on the table*

*The guineas run amok and knock over the in which GB is sleeping. GB falls to bar and starts to flap around wildly.*

Blurp. (Translation: Help, I'm suffocating again!)

APOLLO!!!!

::runs and hugs, giant, giant hugs befitting an Olympian::

You are in my poem I am working on!!! You are you are you are!!!

And there is a lie printed about you and your relationship to the muses in my book for my poetry class. ::ahem:: What were you and Jane Hirshfield up to before 1953!??

Thanks Mate. Red Dog told me to have a look and see at this fine establishment. From what I can see it looks nice.