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

Ours is a noble cause. To join up, just put down your name...um, actually you probably don't need to put that down, since it will be in the header for your post. So, just put down the position you would like. Lots of senior positions are available, except those that are already filled.

So, go ahead. Post and join.

right on, bro

Yee-haw. The first recruit. Welcome UH. Just tell me what postition you want and I'll put you on the page.

thats a good question. a very good question. im glad you asked me that. allow me to get back to you. im USELESS at picking up titles. i think, if shes still talking to me after a joke i made about her (all in good taste ), i will ask her...

You can't ask HER! This organization is for teasing and tormenting HER. Why don't you invent a department that you can be head of.

yep, and here I am ready for service sir

*Walks in, wearing coat and hat*

Um, hello. You guys need a mail clerk?

"HER", eh?

a suspicious-looking envalope slides in under the door. It is marked "Top Secret: Report on Sea Bement". no one but arl...uh, I mean "The New Mail Clerk", heh, heh, sorry.... notices it...

*Opens and reads*

a strange odor emanates from the envalope. the letter reads...
"A suggestion has been made to us, and we're testing it's possibilities. A gas sent in an envalope could cause sea to become very drunk. Let's try it out, huh, guys?"

What ho, fellow sea tormentors is this where a fellow signs his moniker to join up STAT??

*gives bag to Arl*

I say, nondescript mail clerk, you seem the trustworthy type. Hang onto this bag will you. It contains the self destruct mechanism for my Sopwith Pup. Theres a good chap!

*beginning to think this is quickly becoming another dogs vs. cats thing*

i will NOT become drunk!

surely not. sea, have you a title for me?

Count me in boys [foregone conclusion really]. Right up my strasse.

Oh and can I be in charge of `innuendo, rumour and idle speculation` that should give me plenty of manouvering room

*coughs, and puts down the envelope.*

This smells like rancid milk. Not making me feel any different, though. I think it should be back to the drawing board with this one.

*looks at bag*

Say, Busterbone, this looks dangerous. I mean, it could send the whole room sky high. What do you say I store it in this explosion proof container over here?

*Places bag in recepticle that is designed to withstand the force of an atomic blast from the inside without damaging a single thing outside. Just in case, he makes sure Busterbone is standing closer to the container than he is*

So, what do you say, guys? Am I in?

*sticks hand up and waves frantically*

Sir, sir, over here sir, yes me sir, SIR ..... Arl has an S*P*A logo in his nickname. It must be a cunning plan to infiltrate S*T*A*T*S.

*sits back smug that a cunning plan has been thwarted [probably]*

*Is taken aback*

What??? BBW, if this is the kind of help you are getting, maybe I should apply for a more important post than mail clerk! Your proposed head of "innuendo, rumour and idle speculation" can recognize a S*P*A logo, but he obviously can't read! My name clearly states "Certainly not undercover for the S*P*A, what would make you think that?"

Of course, if Red Dog was confused, the S*P*A might be, too! You could send me undercover to their organization to infiltrate their ranks!

Oh, Cool! A double agent. I always wanted one of those.

Sure, you can join, Arl. And besides, we DO need a mail clerk, anyway.

Welcome everyone else, too. I'll be updating the page in a minute, then we can make some plans somewhere secret, you know