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

But you've just gone and mentioned my ankles, ergo negating... yourelf.

But anyway. Yes it's seperation anxiety. he's my daemon! he's not supposed to go missing! Help me find him, all right? And for the love of the gods, can you turn off that music? it's making my ears bleed..

*starts looking about for a pair of shoes, because as of right now, she is barefoot*

Have you any shoes on you? I seem to not have any at the moment.

Me? I have many many shoes, including a lovely new pair from Prada......but you're not getting those.

Here, have my old sneakers. Sorry about the smell.

*wounders why patents are still asleep*

there must be at least 3 people now.

There are: spook is still asleep as well!

I think they all need to be joined to know the excitements of companionship

Cosy little hospital, isn't it?

Indeed...[pulls out large hammer, and hits Ralph on the head]

'I'm no hero I just hitting people on the head' [Nelson Muntz]

Must be time for a cup of something ...anyone?

Oh, I'll take , your a thanks!

Right were are we...

*Adorns new sergery gear*

hmmm....

*Starting cutting things again with the help of FWT*

You get girl and I'll take this one and well see what happens when we take out there brains... ... and er, put them back in the wrong body.

*start to do more cutting in head area*

-- DoctoRMO --

*slurps tea in a thoughtful fashion*

*Thrasymachus stands up as if sleepwalking, takes to wing in the general direction of Mo, alights on his shoulder, and BITES HIM ON THE NECK. He then hops off Mo's shoulder, the doctor's warm red blood highlighted briliantly on Thras's stark white scaled mouth. Thrasymachus rawls under JJ and Legion's blanket and cuddles up to JJ... or Legion... Or whoever's shoulder that is, he dun know.*

JJ...your daemon is freaking me out...have you exposed him to vampire literature at all? 'Dracula', or maybe the novels of Anne Rice...?

*Wriggles nervously back from Thras*

hmmm, *gives the little deamon one hell of a slap, where is proptly disapears because of th^xc[4*p]-c*

Ow, that hurt.

Now now Mr Legion your not ment to talk until you wake up, unmutable law of the universe!

- DoctorMO --

*One hand emerges from under the sheets and slumps over the bedside locker, picking up a pencil. It scrawls on the paper pad:

aha doctor but that was in a dream state so its allowed

*...and this is known as 'automatic writing' and is a recorded symptom of demonic possession, so it's allowed too*

It's just a shame it's not your hand, or body for that matter

-- DoctorMO --

*dream state* Just for futute clarification.

Um, not to my knowledge Legion, no. I think he has an aversion to doctors that try to switch people's brains about though feels the stinging slap that Mo gave Thras* OW! What the blazes was all that about...?

somthing to do with a little vampire deamon, if I don't get an antidote soon I'm going to end up as one of thouse beasties! damb.

-- DoctorMO --

*dream state*

he's not a vampire, he's a dragon.And it en't deamon, it's dæmon. So there.

Is that ofical? recheck english alpherbet.............

Nope that is not a valid letter.

try again,

Ah good so there is no worries about it's taking me over? or anything? so why did it byte me? couldn't it just try and burn me into a crisp?

-- DoctorMO --

What you do that for?!?!?!

to knock you out! [Does it again.]