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

Euuchh, more Trinny being intelligent and making sense. Too much to bear.

Wow. What appears to be a pile of rotting fish guts just spoke. Rudimentary language skills - dead fish. Very odd.

dead fish yes, but theres more life in a dead fish than your posts.

Oooooof Can you turn the other way when you speak? Some of us are trying to breathe oxygen in here. Ox-y-gen. Try it sometime.

if i turn the other way i'll shit all over you! but then you probably like that dont you?

I'm sure there's someone in here who'll appreciate it - me, I'm not wearing this Biochem Hazard suit because I think it's fashionable, you know?

right!, your wearing it to keep the chems in right?

Oh, how charming. The monkeys are flinging feces at one another again. I'll have to visit later to see how they get along in their cage but as for now I have better things to do than listen to the screech of dung-encrusted, brain damaged simians. That is to say *anything* is a better thing to do..

Ugh. That gaping maw you call a mouth is more like an open garbage sack in a crack whore's back alley. Including the complement of roaches crawling in and about.

Zoomer, your body odor has achieved sentience.

Oh no, look what's crawled out.

Well, I think congratulations are in order. You lot have reached the bottom of the barrel in record time. And then knocked a hole through and plunged into the cess-pool beneath. And then - to judge by the fumes - drunk most of it.

drunk most of it...

Exposing the corpulent, slimy, sore-raddled travesty of a lifeform that calls itself Trin. Oh, sorry, is your skin drying out? Here, let me ladle some slime back into the cesspool.

Any excuse to contaminate human beings such as myself with that slime you keep producing, eh Lentilla? Jeez - where is all of that coming from? No, no - I don't want to know.

oh mi gawd you are all sooooooooooooooo slooooooooooooow.....jeez...

There is more wit in a donut with the jam missing

I think what's wrong with you lot is that you spend your whole day with your noses stuck in each other's armpits. I mean, what's wrong with you people?

With our noses stuck in each other's armpits? Well, what do you think, stenchy? It's preferable to standing downwind from you, basically ...

Sorry, 'think' ... hmmm. How to explain

Hah... The last time you had a coherent thought, your brain exploded and left nasty little greasy bits all over the inside of that hovel you frequent.

You know, the hovel where you sniff each other's armpits.