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

*uses her patented clip unclipper (a bit of string and a broken cocktail stick) to open the clips and release the *

There! That seems to work. Thanks Caer.

Several key players cannot be here today. Normal surreality will be resumed tomorrow. Thank you.

*There is a series of gutteral, yet oddly cute noises, coming much too rapidly to transcribe. Apparently oblivious to now being free, the pugs continue their debate.*

I still say we do "Action" we're good at that.

Now, now, I don't like "Prance" either but we have our orders...

So what? We aren't that well trained.

Look, we can't even consider "Prance" until Carmel wakes up so she can shout "Cut!" You don't do an attack unless you can be called off, it simply isn't ethical...

You know, if we stall long enough someone's going to just shoot him. It isn't as if anyone likes this guy. Then we can sort of worry one of his legs until Carmel comes too, and she'll never know the difference.

But that's cheating...!

*the debate rages on*

*sees that the cute little s seems to be agitated, rummages in pockets...rummages again....then ferckles.......finds......doggie drops.

Will these help?

*places three neat and equal little piles on the floor*

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*Would have enjoyed watching his twin hit the ground if he hadn't been tackled and beaten and insulted at the same time.*



*Slams into the ground with his nose mere centimeters from the pugs growling and snarling snouts.*

*the pugs fall silent, staring strangly at "Rev.Lovejello."

Tidbit - Woowoo! Mruff! Woowoo! Snergle! (See, he just attacked us! We now have clear justification! Let's eat his head!)

*there is a long pause*

Ruppy and BeeBee (in unison) Fnerf. (Yeah, ok.)

*the pugs attempt to eat his head.*

Oh no - not again... *averts her eyes trying to concentrate on something else*

*Snorts and snores some more*

*in the middle of the nave a mound of turnips and cauliflowers moves and someone emerges from underneath the pile of produce and surveys the scene*

My word !

Eeeeeyew... *pulls a face*

*considers asking the doggies to stop doing what they're doing*

*A small bullet that is stuck in the side of a tub of soapy water and has been waiting for just the right moment to free itself frees itself and drops to the ground. A bifurcated spray of soapy water shoots from the hole in the tub, one branch hitting the Reverend Lovejello in the face, the other hitting Carmel .

The Reverend stirs.*

Is this the rapture? I saw an angel descending from Heaven, but it had long ears and seemed stuffed...

MY BROTHER! Oh stop those dogs! Please! He does not deserve this, I can work with him, I can reform him! Oh please!

*covers his eyes*

[X] [making no move towards the Pugs] Then you aren't dead??

*had covered Floradora's ears during the hardjello's burst of obscenity: now he reaches down, scoops the ring up and hands it to her*

*looking across the nave* Lucan! Good God, man, what are you doing here?

*the pugs' attack on "Rev.Lovejello" ends almost as soon as it began. The little dogs chomp down with their small but mighty jaws. There is a fraction of a second's stunned silence. The pugs recoil in horror.*

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer, Yip! (Eeeuw, Yuck!)

*they prance on Caer's dog biscuits to get the taste out of their mouths.*

*Gets up from where he landed after tackling Hardjello and takes several steps back.*

Uh, do you think he's dead?

[Zero] What just happened?

[X] I think that a few posts that lasted seconds and began immediately after one another had five or ten posts in between each of them with reactions to each of them...

[Zero] Well, you're wrong. Maybe.

*Still asleep on the floor*
No, no, keep that giant bookmark away from me. Gaagh, no, its prancing, dancing, romancing, oo oo ooooo. ... Yes mother, I will eat my sprouts.