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

{Walks in through the heavy steel front door, passing Joe and Bob the incredibly capable Guards. He leads Redfox into a cushy cell to be decorated at his leisure. It is, undeniably, however, a prison cell}

I'll let you out when You've thought about what you've done! Bad Foxy!

(Redfox decorates the cell in "Deco" style. He lounges in a hammock, noticing that the damn steel toilet is still there. As are the bars over the window. The cell bars, however, have become pleasan Art Deco curves.)

I'm really sorry, I mean it.

Hmm, if he's sorry, shouldn't we let him go? Repentant villains never go back on their word.

Ooh, look at the hoppity bunnies in the corridor.

For the amount of trouble it's starting to look like I stirred up, It may be better off for me to stay here awhile. Eventually some other villan will break me out, anyway...

[Yo, speaking to himself] Should I ring the doorbell or should I ...yeah, thats a good plan.......Lt- Blast that door off its hinges

[Lt] Aye, Sir!

<Yo's Correllian Corvette rotates to port slightly and fires a few shots from its #1 Turbolaser directly into the door. While this is happening Yo and a contingent of Stormtroopers drop from the ship and form for an assault on the prision complex. From the external speaker system of the ship C&C Red Alert music can be heard. The first track up, Crush>

*as things have gone very quiet in the 'library', the Dewey Demon checks in on the villain prison*

Cough. Cough. Splutter.

Where did all this smoke come from?

*peers myopically around*

[Sgt to DD]Don't move sir



[Yo]Wake up!

Oh.

Can I speak, or does that count as moving?

[Sgt to DD] Speak if you wish, but if I even think you're trying to cast a spell I will be forced to open fire.



*takes aim*

I can't cast spells...

*covers his ears in preparation for Yo shooting the lock off*

*realises he's moved*

Sorry, won't do it again.

[Yo] Sorry for the inconvience, I'll have a new door and lock sent over immediately

Why you dirty little...

If those storm troopers didn't have their blasters trained on me, I'd. Well, I'd do something.

[Yo] Well... good day

Oh.

*the Chief Workman comes up to DD and Salutes*

[CW]Sir, we've been ordered to deliver a door and lock to you. We've also been authorized to do any moving/heavylifting or other labor you wish. For instance, we could start by cleaning up the mess they made of your prison?