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

*it is a well know fact that pugs do not like to be tossed, and they don't care if they are caught. BeeBee bites. This little cuddle dog is the enproduct of over 2000 years of selective breeding, but the begining product was the mighty mastiff. And one of the few mastiff traits pugs retain is their jaw muscles. She may be a nearly toothless grey-muzzle, but she can crack bone with a good chomp. Being a dog BeeBee is far sighted so she isn't sure what she has in her mouth. But she worries it.*

*muffled and hardly noticible, there comes a plaintive cry from under the edge of A Man Called Jello's leggings*

You took my doggie!

[X jumps straight down the cliff (avoiding the cactus and scorpions) and dashes into the cave. He then begins charging his X-Buster.]

I will stand first watch with Amy, as I've eaten and those of you who haven't can help yourselves to the steak, tomatoes and mushrooms, as usual I have cooked way too much!

*Reluctantly considers Caer's offer for while she doesn't want to take her eyes of AMCJ, her tummy is kinda rumbly.*

Well, I didn't get a chance to eat yet. I'll take you up on that offer. That steak smells fabulous.

*She tucks her little weapon into her waistband, fixes up a plate for herself and sits within nano-gun range of the prisoner.*

Remind me to look for my sneaker before we pack up.

*The pugs have finished their steak almost before Carmel has a chance to crumble a glucosamine tablet over Tidbit's portion. The then go and sit before A Man Called Jello, with wild looks in their eyes and barking occassionally. They are probably interested in his food, but only an animal lover could tell this.*

Carmel Excuse me, Mr. Called Jello, I don't mean to be a bother, really I don't, but I was wondering, have you ever heard of Dutch Mastiffs?

Well I have a couple Dutch Masters back at Lucan Hall ... would that be the sort of thing you have in mind, what ?

I'm bored of watching this prisoner. Can someone take over? I want to sleep before I take to the skies again.

I'll watch him!

But I won't be online much longer

*searches in wide pockets, pulls out a slightly squashed , hands it to Caer*

Happy Birthday!

*Witty cleans her plate and takes a walk around the area, searching intently. She stops, leans over a little and squints. She jogs over to Carmel's wagon, reaches underneath it and extracts a filthy sneaker.*

There it is! Good thing, too. It would be a pain to travel half shoeless.

*Joins Caer and Titania and takes her gun out of her waistband.* I'm back. Feel free to take a break, Caer. And Happy Birthday!

*takes off to explore the Pass*

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[X cautiously enters the cave ...]

Thanks for the and wishes

I do hope that little pug is being well looked after, these two look quite forlorn as a duo.

/* Between bites of steak. */


Don't worry Blue Bear. They got my doggie too, but I got him back. Things don't seem to go well for Jellos who steal dogs.


/* Tosses some steak to Zeppo */

Stands and applauds the splendid death scene.

~meanwhile, in a cave some distance away~

*Jello Wolf lives up to his name.*

OOOOWWWWWWWOOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOO!!!!!

*He grits his teeth and grimaces through the pain, while still running. The cave branches and he unhesitatingly takes the right branch. A few paces later, it forks again, and again he takes one branch without pausing. The cave continues to branch and fork until it is a maze of twisty passages all alike, yet Jello Wolf seems to know where he is going.*

[X is startled, but he continues through the tunnel. He frowns when he comes to the first fork. The control crystal on his forehead glows. Superimpose some sort of "sensor" image over a POV shot from X's ... POV; weird appear. Cut back to normal scene.]

[X] Here we go ... [follows ]

*thumbs pricking*

I think we need to move on - we need to figure out a way to secure our prisoner - anyone here willing to frisk him? *unwilling to touch AMCJ even with a ten foot pole*

No thank you T, but I do still have my caramelising blow torch if we need to apply any heat

~deep inside a distant cave system~

*grapples with Billy but sees a glowing crystal coming towards him. He manages to break off the struggle and then backs off down the passageway into the beckoning darkness*

Excuse me but would any of you have a bandage - my bally nose is a trifle sore after that swedish vixen of yours let fly with her fists at me. Rather a poor show I thought.

We have a special kind of sport in the Apachello tribe that I think our feisty friend would be rather good at dontcherknow.

It's called 'Jello Wrestling' .... maybe you've heard of it ?