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

Ah! How dare it!



There should be no flies in my kitchen, unless they are members of the regiment.

*Lou interrogates fly*
Its OK, he's one of us.

Well, then, have some , My Fly! Welcome to my kitchen! But you're not allowed to bring friends, understand??

*fly takes chocolate, grins and brings in swarm of mates*

Lou sez: Damn.

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!!!

*the flies stop, guiltily hanging their heads*

Now I have a crew to look after. What have you ever done for your regiment?? I ask you. You may take that bar you've started on, but you must leave. No, you can't. No. Yes, now.

OUT!

*the flies troop out, carrying the solitary bar of *

*Lou hifives VIP*
way to kick some fly butt!

That'll teach you to never cross a cook.

*lou looks scared in case she ever upsets vip*

anything you'd like ?

Lou xxx

Look, another fly!
No wait it's just grit...
grit in then kitchen???

grrrr

*gets out super grit swatter and aims - misses - hits rimmer*

ooppps....

*writes down lous name in his report book*

"Lou has been reported on attempting to attack a senior officer with a super grit swatter and is thereby sentenced to 20 seconds of grit removing in the kitchen starting... NOW!"

20
19
18
17
16
15
14
13
12
11
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1

Right! so thats... how many pieces of grit?

um....
3?

Lou xxxx

*makes a note*
3.
Good, you may continue with your duties and vip, get that fly out of here would you?
*points to fly sitting on a chair with a superior smile*

*Lou is still scared of VIP and chases fly away, taking care to keep a large distance from Rimmer*

*salutes*

*Rimmer never misses an opurtunity like this*
*looooooooooong rimmer-salut wich ends with Rimmer limping away after hurting his arm at the end*

*Lou giggles*