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

*Taking up most of a block is a stables and a fenced yard for horses. Also on this block is Fly's Photo Gallery and the Harwood house. Between those two buildings is a vacant lot.*

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*ties up "Baccy" his dun coloured horse at a hitching rail and goes into one of the buildings surrounding the corral*

*Walks through the Corral. Notices Baccy and enters an adjascent building.*


You in here, Reb?

Yup !

*Runs into the corral, skids to a halt and runs into the nearest vacant building.*


Dang! Treacle sure is tough ta git off her clothes. I ain't too late, am I?

/* Nose to the ground, Zeppo wanders through the corral. He stops and sniffs the chewing tobacco, then sniffs a the entrance to the nearest vacant building. He moves on to sniff at an adjacent building. After sniffing at the entrance to a third building, he wags his tail and leaves. */

Glad you got the word, Kid. Yore not too late - the posse ain't quite here yet. Hope Doc shows up soon.


*Checks his guns, making sure they are fully loaded. Pulls out a stogie, takes off the band with the RRR inscription and bites off the end. Pats his pockets.*

Anyone got...oops


I say, anyone got a light?

Well if the mayor won't help me build a church, I'll just have to build one on my own. Look here, several empty buildings...

What would it hurt if I use one? It's for the good of all jellos...

*Enters yet another abandoned building, and can be seen through the windows to be tidying up.*

*moves to the entrance of the building and watches from the shadows for a moment, then speaks*

You're no Elijah Lovejello. You're John Wesley Hardjello, I saw you in Kansas City. What's your scam, ~reverend~?

*rests adjacent to an upper window and patiently loads his six-shooter, his spare six-shooter, his carbine, his hunting rifle, his derringer and sharpens his bowie knife*

*Listens to the conversation below*

~to himself~

Well ah be durned ...... slipperyer n' a snake oil salesman ! I wunder if he's related to Tammy Fay Jello.

Hardjello? I never heard of the man, nor have I been to Kansas City. I am afraid that you are mistaken.

I take it you are Doctor Holljello? Would you care to join me in converting this building into a church? It's not the ideal building, but it will serve. With a little hard work and trust in the Good Jello we can have it ready for Sunday services. I could use a hand moving these rusted cuspidors out back.

*red eyes glowing in a dark corner*

*a little scraping noise in room with rebjello*

Well now, I don't hold with churches. Especially not scam churches, sir. I never forget a set of teeth, sir, even if I misplace a name. And I can remember those prominent cuspids of yours, the left one chipped. You grinned hugely, sir, after you had shot and killed Abner Webjello.

*Doc Hollijello's hand is within drawing distance of his .45*
But knowing that his brother Butch is in town, sir, I can understand how you might not care to be passing under your own moniker.

*tosses a small piece of bread over fer Styx from the remains of his lunch that decorate the front of his shirt*

*had followed doc hollijello into the corral, is now peeking through the windows of the building the reverend and doc are in*

*gasps when she sees doc about to draw his gun, hurries to the door*

well! gentlemen, what have we here? doc hollijello, surely you would not shoot a man of religion!

*Shakes his head sadly at Doc Holljello.*
Good day, ma'am. I'm afraid the jellos in these parts don't have much respect for religion, or for men of the cheesecloth.

Doctor, I assure you that you are mistaken. Now I have the Jello's work to do, and if you do not wish to help, please do not hinder.
*Turns his back on Doc Holljello, and lifts a decrepit old spittoon.*

Ma'am, perhaps you would care to help me prepare this old place as a house of worship? The work is hard, but the rewards are everlasting.

*Has been smoking his stogie and looking out the window, catching the odd word from the conversation between the preacher and Doc. His ears perk up when he hears "Hardjello" and he strains to hear more of the conversation. When he hears Doc mention his brother, he scowls, and his hand automatically moves to rest on the handle of his gun.*

Reb, Sunjello, I'll be back in a minute. Just heading next door.

*Leaves the room and enters the room with the reverend, Doc and the schoolmarm. He pulls a dog-eared newspaper clipping from his pocket. He squints at the grainy photo, then looks over at the reverend, then back at the photo.*

Well, well, well. I was hoping I'd meet up with you some day.

*Draws his gun.*

Miss Gelee, this man might do a lot of praying in the next few minutes, but he is no preacher, and you would do well to step out of harm's way.

*keeps himself well to the side of Butch Webjello's line of fire and remains poised to draw*

sniff sniff sniff

This bread is mouldy.

*whirls and scampers away*

*spots the horses from the air* lands on the ground in an area of large stones that give good cover*