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

But what happened to the stone named Bill?

Bill the stone on the hill, on the mountain in the air, bill the stone standing stony faced on the mountin hill air, stoney bill stone the stone. Rivers flow as mountins flirble, and air breezs by as stones grow, and yet aloft the mountain bill must go a wondering from pillow to post and post to post and wire to wire through the indiviseble magnitude of arrow headed crockadiles.

flirble! the time is neigh! the time ig night! oh. I seem to have all over come perculia

This is your captain speaking, your captain is dead.....ice, ice baby!
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But Nighthoover lives and rules!

Tic tic tic boom! we're all ready for this? pump it up? n
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I've said it before and I'll say it again, Robert, Bobby, Robby, Rob, Bob or Anne.

Billy was a mountain, Ethel was a tree growing out on his shoulder.

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what would billy make of the city of tiny lights? I think they'd be quite over mhrilierd by it all hoover hoover hovover I'm gona hoover the room hoover hoover hooverery I'm gona hoover all night long hoover hoover hoover round and round the table top varse of imperial everlasting flower scented marble onions and see if he's brought along a little piece for you ,zoom> its hiding through the round window

Well, if this latest bumper crop of nonsense doesn't bring nighty back, it'll have failed to bring them back. Or maybe bunnyfrog's strident anti-nonsense has scared the away.

I thing billy would make a paper plane out of the city of tiny lights, it's what I'd do in his position.

Billy went zooming higher and high, on the paper plane of lights in teh sky,
over the river, over the hill, six inch nails and a hammer-action drill,
wheeling and skarlarking and wintering heights,
paper plane flrying noisely through the nights,
sardines! sardines! all around could not help but Exclaime, seeing the sight of the light paper plane billy went far and billy went wide billy took the tree up as well for the ride and all around on walress painted walls, with flowers and bristles and door hinged baracuda type ancient flannelin shirts

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um did nighthoover just sign up for Da' Bruvver'ood A24450400

Sorry, Kerf, but n*ghth**v*r is dead.

i dont know anything about that... all i know is i saw his name at the top of Da' Bruvver'ood membership list.

It's a have. Some people are deluded into thinking that NH exists, that's all.

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Dont make me come up there! I know you lot are up to no good! Now just Quit peaceably and let sleeping myths lie.

Hmmmm...

NO!

Nighthoover came to me in a vision and DEMANDED to be signed up for Da' Bruvver'ood, for he knows the cause is just.

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Quit, else the wrath of the Dayblower (who doesnt really exist either) will befall you.

But nighthoover absolutely does exist (unlike other deities). You may argue whether or not he will return. You may argue whether or not he wrote bad German poetry. He logged on, he posted, he canceled.

Expungo, ergo sum.

Yep Hoove rules, praise Nighthoover!
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