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

*swats TB remaining asleep*

*Confused, yet curious*
How did the roasted beets get in the beakers in the first place?
Also, what do you need them for?
Can't you just roast a new batch?
Is the orange fur regular fur with an orange colour, or is it some kind a citrus mold? Or is there some kind of furry citrus?
What does a cat scientists do, anyway? Do you study cats, or experiment on cats, or are you just a scientist who happens to be a cat?
Who put the Bop in the Bop-sh'bop-sh'bop? Who put the ram in the Ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong?

The orange fur is my fur, because I happen to be a scientist that is also a cat, kind of like EvilClaw.
I don't know about the roasted beets. Ask Thorn.

I think Claw put the Bop in the Bop-sh'bop-sh'bop, but SuperMoo put the Ram in the Ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong.

That'll explain why there are sheep droppings everywhere, then.

I see... and, I suppose no one had mentioned the funny tendency things may tend to have when I'm around... of seemingly growing a set of legs and then walking away?

Or... (depending on who else is present, yes) going into a strange little broadway musical or tap kind of a number.

Hey, that was almost kind of catchy.

Almost. But not quite.

The beets were roasted then, probably because I find them to taste quite good that way.

Had them for the first time that way a few weeks ago. +

My dad grew beetroot.
And the otherday he made them into beetroot chutney.
His hands and mostof the rest of the kitchen was a sorta pink colour.

Oh, and bleh: http://vauxhaulastra.deviantart.com/journal/13895087/#comments

*snap* That's right. I was trying to add legs to them and was surprised to find out that they already had them.

Yes, well,- I had been meaning to go see someone maybe a tailor about that.

Or a whaler.
... or maybe a jailer.
Not so sure anymore.

A banker?
A bellman?
A barrister?
A snark?

Yuck! Can someone get that robot in here, then, to clean it up?

... *clears throat* : My dad was a sailor,
What do ya think about that?



Robot, come in and clean. Come in here please! I have a new very special mission for you. Catluvr can give you the briefing on that.

[:]

The robot is in the parking lot, it seems to be wandering around aimlessly pondering the meaning of cheesecake.

The meaning of cheesecake is to kill yourself in the most delicious way possible. Heart failure.

Oh... the parking lot? Er... good, that it's just a robot.

Well phooey. Then I'll needs say make one of my own.
Instead of just reprogram and therapeutize someone elses.

Good grief, it's been ages!

*Elwyn slips in for some hot .*

*gets knocked over by the robots rushing into the room*

Yes, well, Robots, get those beets that miraculously appeared in the middle of the floor cleaned up!

Yummy!