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

*inspects Witty Moniker's knitting*

Nice colour, what is it going to be?

*sips *

[X helps himself to some and sips it]

Thanks, Amy. It's currently 1/3 of a blanket for my RL daughter's bed. Her favorite color is light blue. Funny how it makes its way into hootoo like this. Hopefully it will soon be 3/3 of a blanket. A big rectangle isn't much of a challenge.

*opens a packet of Hobnobs*

Biscuit anyone?

Thank you.

/* Rummages through packs and finds a dog biscuit. */

Here's one for you too, Zeppo.

/* Finds 3 more dog biscuits for the pugs, because that's the way these things always go. */

Perhaps they can be reasoned with. We can always just give them a wide berth... Come on, Reverend, Ah'll protect you.

*Winks at the Reverend, then starts on again*

*to the Posse*
Just passin' through, we mean yew no harm.

That last bit was yelled to the posse, sorry.

*takes hobnob and munches contentedly, while surveying the figures on horseback aproaching cautiously... cautiously.*

[X] [in response to Sherry, not seeming to pay any attention] Mm.

*Emboldened by Sherry, the Reverend moves forward. He keeps his eye on Billy while fingering the hole in his hat.*

Pardon us, we're just passing through. We've got a document to deliver to the ranch. Thank you.

[X] [still seeming to pay no attention] What kind of document?

*watches the two jellos carefully* sniffs*

I can smell mint imperials .

*stops eating hobnobs and drinking to give the jellos a long, hard stare..........*

*Under breath, to the Reverend*

My, doesn't seem as though they like us, now does it?

*to X*
It's a will, sir.

*Smiles winningly at the Posse*

Sorry to alarm y'all. We'll be out of yer way shortly. Thankya kindly...

*to jellos*

Well, I'm sorry, but judging from the experience we've had so far from jellos, I think the current average estimation is 'bad guys'... but average does not give one the whole picture, does it now?

So they've got the Will but what did they do with the test mint, eh? There's always supposed to be a test mint.

I had better get back to Styx. I'm trying to persuade him into a parachute so that I can airlift him in a cargo net.

*snags some biscuits* gets back on the dragonFLYbot*

See you all at the Ranch . Bye!

[X] [still not appearing to pay attention] Don't you mean /last/ test mint?

Purple Carrots of Doom!!! Waa!
*Munchkin wakes up and loks around confusedly* Oh, what a terible dream. Anyhoo, don't suppose I could snag a cup of tea could I? And then I suppose we ought to think about moving off.

*makes a fresh brew and finds some breakfast bars*

Got to keep our energy levels up Did someone mention mints?

I'm ready to move on with the say so.

But who's in charge?