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

*Affy looks over the cauliflowitzer*

That's a pretty good point there, GL! These western whippersnappers sure made a few potentially useful devices, come to think of it....

Well thanky, much.

*takes the ring as J.A.W.B III tries to hand it Floradora*

I'll just hol'onto this while yer waits for yer answer, keep it nice an' sparkly-like for the weddin' cer'mony.

*Pulls out gun and points it at Lovejello*

Now we only has to worry about that fake parson. Git ready for yer final judgement, yer twin!

*Reads from the cover of his book*

"Domination of h2g2: Plans A through ZZZ, by the True Celery with an introduction by Calista Flockhart"



WHERE IS MY BIBLE! I've had enough of this! And Wesley, PUT AWAY THAT GUN!

*Affy aims his revolver at the parson with the gun*

Drop the gun please, sir. It's not polite to shoot an unarmed person.

[X aims his Buster at Hardjello.]

[X] Yeah, it'd be more angst for me.

*Aims her nano-gun at Hardjello.*

Yer's all bluffin'.

*Pulls the trigger*

Carmel Oh, bother, he's shooting at us. I knew I never liked that nasty Reverend Smellsofjello!

*Faints. Topples from Rev.Lovejello's hat. But as the little plush bunny tumbles towards the floor, her consciouness faiding, she is able to cry two words.*

Pugs PRANCE!

[Enter BULLET TIME. Zero dashes forward and attempts to swing his saber and deflect the bullet ... wait, did it actually fire?]

/* Watches from behind his pew, gripped in fascination and horror. */

<-- chewing a potato

*suddenly finds herself hauled off the ground as BeeBee prances*

*Aims a flying tackle at Lovejello.*

*grabs the gun from Lil, barrel first, and administers a sound overhead thwack onto the head of the foul-mouthed vicar*

Give me back my ring!

*clicks his fingers for one of the servants to fetch his shotgun*

I say, that's plucky of you, my dear!

*watches in amazement*

Way to go Floradora!

*Falls to the ground*

[X] D'OH!

[Zero] Oh, no, not again.

*within seconds all the pugs are trapped by thier tangled leads and the legs of the pews as three pugs jockey, attempting to attack 2 identical Rev.s*

Fnoo! Gner, gnuckle, fnoof! (I hate 'Prance'! Can't we just do 'Action'? That's 'Bite & Hold' we could do that on both of them.)

Fnerrrrr! Wumph, wumph, wumph. (Shut up, BeeBee! We aren't doing anything until we are untangled.)

*manages to get both hands to BeeBee's collar and swing up into a safer position*

If you three can stay still for a bit I'll climb down and unclip the reins... traces... whatever they're called .

*tries to help Amy untangle the pugs*

Oh dear, I think I'm making it worse........

If this little goes through here and that little goes under there......

Now is there enough give to unclip the straps?