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

*ignoring the style over substance argument and remembering Michael Jackson's Bad*ss look on Bad stuffs a few more Surreal Bombs in his pockets*

You can never have enough munitions.

*having a hard time deciding, finally grabs what looks like an umbrella, thinking that an umbrella might always come in handy, especially in rain*

*notices two buttons on the wooden handle, decides to check them out later*

*getting fidgety*

Are we going?

*spots a evilly attractive BlackStar Terminator bullpup design snipers rifle in the weapons cache, then a Mico-Rail Gun and an Empire Era "Flamelance" complete with a large Ruby crystal finial and mithril scrollwork and a set of fully functioning Alabaster Night Vision Goggles and ...... *


*conflicted*

Just waving a walking stick can be intimidating, like the walkers do when you are trying to get over a stile when they are waiting on the other side.

*waves her stick in the air to demonstrate, at which a humming noise is heard and the stick turns into a lightsabre*

Oh fantastic! Just what I've always wanted!

*looks at the light sabre in awe*

Now I can slice enemies with cold steel or cold light!

I think we had better move on otherwise you will never be able to drag me away from all these toys.

*looks longingly at a complete suit of Nanite Armour*

/* Glances at Red Dog's Dial-a-Gun */

I wonder if the operating instructions for that would do any good for figuring out how to operate mine? Mine's got nozzles instead of barrels, though. Anyway, if we're talking about style, I think nothing compares to mine.

/* Reattaches the new oscillating bit with some more duct tape, and sprinkles some glitter across the whole thing for effect */

/* Shakes his head */

I don't think the shielding stops the orchids from working within the room though. I'm picking up something.

I want you to want me... Shi-di-ri-di-duy, shi-di-ri-di-da-na!

Now I know I've never heard that song before.

Oh, sorry - that'd be my fault!

Here's a link to all contestants in alphabetial order:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/eurovision/2004/contestants/

Mad Max meets Eurovision and for sheer effort, they should win!

For those not aware, it is the Ukrainian entry

*Has followed along beside sea, punching numbers into a calculator and mumbling.*


24 hours in a day, 365 days in a year...


*Glances up and notices the weapon store. Shrugs and starts to turn back to her calculator when something catches her eye.*

Ooooo, what's this, then?

*Picks up a broom with a shiny stainless steel handle. Turns it over in her hands and inadvertently presses a button. The broom takes off, with Feisty clinging underneath.*

WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

*The broom circles the room, about 15 feet up. After the first shock wears off, Feisty gets angry.*

Take off on ME, will ya? I'll show you who's boss.

*Feisty strugles and pulls herself up until she has both arms over the broom. She then throws one leg over and sits up, all the time circling the room.*

Now, how do you steer this thing?

*Feisty thinks about turning left and the broom does so. She thinks about turning right and the broom does so. She thinks about diving, then climbing and the broom does it.*

Wooooo hooooooo!

*She thinks about stopping and almost slides off the front of the broom as it stops dead. She gently flys to the floor, grinning.*

I think I'll take this, if you don't mind. I seem to have tamed it. I'll find out what those other buttons do later.

*pops out of sea's pocket of destiny, leaving Toby tethered to the front porch with half a bale of hay, and snatches up the BlackStar Terminator bullpup design snipers rifle*

Ook! [This is for me! This is what I do best. Sit in trees and snipe.]

*crawls back into the pocket, lugging a case of ammunition and a cleaning kit after him*

*Testing his new OmeGauntlet, finds that he can create green balls of energy in his be-gloved hand, allowing for more impressive acts of destruction*

Cool.

*Watches Disgruntled Ape caome and go*

Not very sociable is he?

I guess that's the psychological profile for a sniper.

I dunno. Sniper's can be pretty nice sometimes.

I suppose that depends on perspective ...... whether you're infront of them or behind them

Yes, I would much rather be behind them.

Unless they've got a rifle that shoots backwards