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

*Observes the goings on via satellite*

[Switches off Sattelite laser]

[Cat Clipboard muffled under cloth] :

I cloned myself once. My clone left and got a job as a skydiving instructor. We still try to keep in touch through the mail.

[CR Atoms] :

Hey, this cloth is all nylon...

I'm gonna Cut some out and make a poncho for myself later...

[Cuts some cloth with blades]

hehehehehe...

*mumbles spell, and the ground beneath the robot begins to glow...then becomes swampy.The heavy robot may have difficulty on such soft ground...*
bubble, bubble...

[CR Atmos sinks under the swamp, then crawls back onto the shore]

[CR Atmos] : Ewww...Swampy...

ly

after watching everyone muck around for 45 minutes, changes the terrain back to earth, lest someone electrocute the doggies.

of course they weren't left waist deep it it.

Well, I feel rather stupid. I'll just sit here until something happens.

*just sits*

[Cat Clipboard plays computer solitare]

[CR Atmos works on his poncho]

Cat Clipboard plays computer solitare under the cloth with a flashlight, and the CR Atmos works on his/(it's?) poncho in the section of ground where it cut out the cloth for poncho material.

Well, he's just sitting there, planning nefarious things for his new reflective pancho.
[ooc]Hay, Arten. Nice touch at the Valhalla Inn. Now that we have the hair, can we clone him? [ooc]

{Red Dog 4] I think I have a cunning plan chaps.

[Red Dog 2] Go for it No 4.

*A Red Dog slips out from one of the trenches and slips silently down the hill to the Atmos thingy lying quiescent at the bottom of the hill the Dog House stands on*

*creeps round the back and sprays the words `Big Dud` on the back of the carapace and sticks an `L` plate to it*

[Red Dog 4] Hey Boys waddaya reckon to this pile of junk

[Cat Clipboard] :

Oooh... I'm conflicted as to wether i should use the grappleing rods or the armor flare... CR Atmos, you decide...

[CR Atmos] :

I think i'll use the armor flare, as I will also remove the spray paint...

[The CR Atmos's armor begins to turn red hot, burning off the spraypaint... Suddenly, red fire spews from underneath it's armor, engulfing it and everything around it in a tower of flame. The nylon which blankets the ground catches nearby, but turns out to be flame retardent and does not spread. The towering fire dies down as quicklyas it started leaving the CR Atmos fairly unscathed, but Red Dog #4 severly singed.]

[CR Atmos] : Flame on!

*finishes roasting the marshmellow, eats it. Hands Red Dog#4
a jar of burn cream.*
[I'm still thinking]A skinny man in a tweed suit walks up to CR Atmos and smiles nervously, holding out a piece of paper in one trembling hand."Mr. CR Atmos, sir, You're being sued by The Human Torch for unauthorised use of his copywrited catch phrase."

im confused

[Red Dog 4] I`m

Eats and watches from a distance.
This is some great stuff!

Hey it`s my favourite Pup ..... great to see you back

Thanks Red Dog.
Snaps fingers and Red Dog#4 heals instantly.