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

yes, it has the oddest choice. not just s*x and * but also * and g*rl and * .

I meant, not just s*x and r*pe but also t*rture and v*xen

*hip bumps her temple to the top of the list*

Saturn Girl returns to her temple after a long absence, and looks around with a concerned frown. The man-servants have let themselves go, the musicians and actors have disappeared, a fine layer of dust covers the whole of the place, and the silk drapery is torn and faded.

She rips off a bit of the drapery, dusts off a stool, and sets it in the middle of the shrine. Perching atop it, she closes her eyes and thinks carefully about what she wants for the new shrine. As she sits dreaming up the new shrine, dozens and dozens of cats appear from what seems to be nowhere and gather at her feet, purring as they curl up together.

Slowly everything except for Saturn Girl, the stool, and the cats all fade out, leaving them in the middle of a clearing at the center of the lush garden the shrine was located in. The clearing slowly rises up, and an orange alabaster floor replaces the grass, surrounded by matching railing about three feet high. Some of the cats stand and start sniffing at the new surface under them, but most are content to simply lay down and enjoy the sunlight.

A flight of pale blue marble stairs extend down the newly formed hill, passion flowers sprouting up and blooming along their edge. At the four corners of the Alabaster floor Willows mature quickly, providing a source of shade and privacy. At the bottom of the stairs, a pair of white fountains fade into existence, each featuring a nude male form at the focal point.

Bamboo planked raised pathways approach the base of the stairs, snaking off into the surrounding gardens in numerous directions. Flora and fauna stretch as far as the eye can see, such a variety of type and color to impress even the most detached observer.

Finally Saturn Girl opens her eyes again and looks around. A satisfied smirk crosses her lips, and with a wave of her hand her outfit changes to a pale green gauzy flowing gown. Half a dozen new man servants approach, scantily clad, chiseled as the statues of the fountains, and bearing cushions and food fit for a goddess.