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

Dead? No, not unless this is Heaven.

*Looks around*

Definitely not dead. I seem to have fainted when I heard the shot and saw the angel, , bunny. It seems to be divine Jello providence that I am still alive.

*Takes his brother's gun*

I think I'll take him home now. He'll need care to recover from those wounds, and I think a stay in a rejellotory until he changes his ways. I'll visit him daily, and pray with him.

*waves her antennae skeptically*

*dusts himself down, straightens his cummerbund and medals and presents himself to James Arthur Webjello-Bottomley III*

Good Lord - is that you Botters ?

Haven't seen you since that dreadful affair at Sir Bartholomew Tollemanche Pine-Coffin's annual grouse shoot at Lumbago Hall. You remember surely - the one where Pine-Coffin's man ran orf with one of the Chambermaids and Sir Bart brought him down with a splendid one-handed shot without putting his G'n'T down. Splendid wheeze what !

Now who is this fine looking gel that you're cavorting with eh ?

Well, Reverend, those are certainly nasty wounds that your brother has suffered. I wish you luck in his, er, recovery.

Man, this has been a lot of hard work. Really works up an appetite. And a thirst.

*Looks hopefully at Caerwyn.*

*who gets the hint *

*produces the tea making kit and proceeds to get a brew going*

*gets her cup ready*

Oh, goody. I'm famished! We haven't eaten for I don't know how many LEDs.

Oh well we had better make up for it now then!

The tea is ready, help yourselves from the pot.

Perhaps we could do something with all this fresh veg?

*Eyes light up at the sight of the tea makings *

I don't mind something vegetarian, just so long as it doesn't include celery.

*Looks wistfully at the two Reverends, then down at the salad container in his hands.*

*relieving Floradora of the gun -- the webjello seems to be oblivious to all but her ring -- and hands it back to Zero* Thanks very much for the loan, Z!

And I would adore a cup of tea. Have we anything to go with it? I haven't eaten since I broke out of the house where I was being held.

*wipes out the frying pan with water from the kettle*

Spanish Omlette?

and omelette? Yes please - I'm famished!

*Admires really cute embossed on each omellete.*

/* Peeks up from behind a pew. */

Is it safe to eat yet? I mean, is it safe to come out yet?

*Placing an arm around Herb*

Son, I can only offer you my deepest sympathies in this time of grief, and pray for your brother.

*Opens his Bible again*

"The detonation will destroy the Atelier unless we win our battle and disarm the device which has already been deployed, but then why bother unless they have a comfy sofa and a faster computer."


*Throws the book down*

WHERE IS MY BIBLE!

[X] You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

[Zero] Yep. We gotta go save the day again.

[X] And we need to be in the Atelier.

[Zero] Right. [out loud] Hey, guys! Guys?

*busily frying onions, peppers and potatoes and adding beaten eggs*

Did you say bombe? I like those ones with vanilla icecream inside and coating.

Ooh. I like bombes. I haven't had one of those for ages. There's one at the Atelier, you say?

*bows to Lucan-AMCJ*

May I present my fiancee, ah, Miss Floradora Debjello. Floradora, I beg to introduce to you Lord Lucan, an old school chum.

Lucky, you old scoundrel, you, do I remember Sir Bart's shooting? Any time a house knew that he'd be in the hunting party, they always laid in extra weathervanes.

I say, this is a bit of luck. I will be needing a best man sooner rather than later, old chap. We were going to do the deed here but these men of the cloth don't seem to be High Church if you take my meaning. *winks* Haw!

But apparently we are expected at a certain atelier, where Floradora will be able to present herself properly and the refreshments are said to be quite good. So that is the plan. And of course tea is being served now.

*steers Floradora toward the comestibles*