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

Close to perfect? CLOSE to perfect? If I were any closer to perfect, I would be standing on its toes! But darlin' you make perfection look so damn easy...or is it that perfection makes you so damn easy? What was my point? And WHERE'S MY DRINK? *looking around* I KNOW I had a Rumminc Oak when I came in here, wherever her is...and whoever that is would you please STOP THAT WHISTLING! Now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head all millenium.

You always said I was easier the closer you got to perfection...And as usual, you've set your drink down somewhere you shouldn't have...Oh Fiddles, now the mice are in it...and you KNOW how they get...

Let the mice make their own damn drinks! Zark the Zarking mice! Just cuz they're pan-dimensional hyper-intelligent beings, they think they're masters of the Galaxy...wait a minute...er...nevermind.

There you go again, Ford, Spilling the beans....*grin* Better than you eating the beans, I suppose. Watch out! The mice are watching us! *runs out into the darkness, cackling wildly*

Better to spill the beans than to spill my drink! [gobbles a mouse, cracking it wildly]

Why, Ford, why do you insist on always eating my favorites?
*grabs a handful of what appears to be Jell-o salad from the fridge and aims under-her-leg at Ford...*

*after many long years of food-fighting, Trillian takes a long, long look around the room*

Wow, this is a disaster. And while we were fighting, the damned mice have started their own little society, look, there have to be 3,742 of them!