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

*does a backflip (because she feels like it ), avoiding the thrown fruit*

*as her hands hit the floor she dissipates, teh melon hitting the floor and splatting noisily, and the mist she forms drifts menacingly towards HDS*

*Plugs in an ellectric fan and blows the menecing mist away*

*the mist loops around and circulates through, becoming slightly liquid and shorting out the fan*

*Drops the fan and gets out a big peice of cardboard and starts to wave the thick semi-liquid mist away from himself*

*the cardboard goes soggy in the mist*

*HDS drops the cardboard and raises his arms. A mighty wind sweeps through the streets and blows the mist away*

*there appears to be a whispering in the wind. Well, more of a loud curse really*

*SM solidifies, falling to the ground with a large thump*

*gestures sharply*

*her cupboard appears directly behing HDS, the door swinging open and hitting him hard, knocking him over*

*lands on his stomach*

Oww!

*Snaps his gingers, a galvanized steel trash can appears over and around SM*

*briefly looking bemusedly at HDS's gingers before her vision is obscured by a trash can*

Argh!

*HDS runs up and smacks the side of the can with a broomstick*

*knocks the can over in shock and starts rolling down the hill, feet sticking out*

*Jogs after the rolling can, whacking it occasionally with the broomstick*

*unnoticed by him, she phases into mist and reforms a little after he's jogged past with the can*

*stands watching him tapping an empty can down the hill*

*And what she didn't notice was that HDS had split in two, leaving one to whack the trash can, as whacking things is fun and releaves a great deal of stress, while the other snuck up behind SM and tossed a bag over her head*

*scrabbles at bag*

Argh! Can't breathe!

*The other HDS grabs another bag and gets the rest of SM in it. The two HDS fuse the bags into one and swing it around*

*dissipates into mist so that when the bag hits earth it won't hurt*

*swings in around a flagpole by a fifth story window.*

Wow. You guys are almost as omnipotent as /I/!

*drops to street level, and walks to a lawn chair.*

*lounges*

*One of the HDSs snaps his fingers, suddenly he is a medium height and slightly portly man with a white suit, white hair, pale blue eyes, a few gold rings on his fingers and with a white gotee that comes to a point under his chin. This HDS snaps his fingers again and a high backed black leather chair appears behind him, he sits down and watches as the other HDS leaps after the airtight bag and uses his mighty powers to chill it to the point where most gasses would solidify inside it*

*The Architect (the sitting HDS) waves his hand through the air and the side of a nearby building turns into a wall of monitors, the Architect then turns his chair (without moving of course) to face the wall of moniters. the Architect then taps an invisible button on his light pen and the moniters come to life, the image, slightly hazy and grainy at first clears up significantly and the ongoing battle between HDS (the one leaping after the bag containing SM) and SM.*

*Without moving anything but his mouth, the Architect asks if anyone else would like this more effecient manner of viewing the battle, Agent Smith's two ex-co-agents appear on either side of the chair and watch.*