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

*passes over two *

Enjoy hugely.

So tell me, who is this "Jaww-knee," fellow?

Which "Jaww-knee," fellow?

Thanks for the

*stands up
*wobbles
*drinks oh, thats better phew must try sleep again soon

*seventy-two later*



The "Jaww-knee" fellow in your nickname...

*sips thats not right::
*downs
*quaffs
thats better,
oh, you mean the Bachelor (Johnny) Cool Man Scapegoat: well the Man Scapegoat, is two fold; the Scapegoat came from me telling people to blaim me so i became the "official Scapegoat": this was changed as whilst in the Lizzard Lounge the Bachelor (Johnny) Cool needed a duel identy as he is a kind of ganster person.
Bachelor (Johnny) Cool; the name comes from the Bonzo Dog and song "big shot":
That is also where "Potsy" came from but thats a different storey, neither of which are linked with the mystery of Knighthoover, or the person[s] of village idiot/slimey villan/smiley village/Winston Blubberhouse. that is just too complicated *quaffs goodnight
*falls asleep with head on table, hair soaking up spilt

*drinks another twelve *

I feel rather enlightened.

I think I'm going to write a book!

*starts writing a book*

So long as i can be the first person to read it.
well not the first obviously as i pressume you shall read as you write as it were?
Right I'm really going to bed now, its 2.40 AM and i am tired catch yu tomorrow and see hows the book goin; whats it goina be about?

I have no idea what it should be about, but expect a lot about a protagonist named Yossarian Prefect and his drinking habits at a Table that is also the home to many bizzare characters such as yourself.

Night.


*orders and drinks three and a *

Gosh, however did you think up that idea?

Divine revelations and fortune cookies.

How's it going, Bag?

*sips *

That would have been my first guess.

It's going okay. People are offering me free food, which can only be a good thing.

*passes out, but not before offering Bag a genuine and leg of *

*arrives

sips orange juice (and vodka)

wonders whether yosso is awake? Wonders if she is, and if so why?*

need sleep? come lie down next to me...its nice and soft see *pats rug which suddenly rises as Patrick realises he has been lying on a

Goodmorning does the plot also involve alcohol consumption?
Tall fat stranger enters room, sitting at the table he eyes the delicatly placed sheep with an greenish-flow.
As he narrows his eyes, through the myriad complexity of the encirculing cigar smoke, he examines the intricate lacework of the vase containing the wooly compainions.
A waiter arrives with a tray of and the mood darkens in the half-light of flickering candles, he leans foward and speaks.
"you know where the puddle of ale went?"
"Baaa"
the sheep replies.
Suddenly a mighty tearing apart of paper interupts the tables stability and the sheep suddenly vanishes, the vase ceases to exist and a small red "thing" appears on the table.
As the final darting movements of the mans nose coincide with the remaining particles of strontium the light fades further and the begins to talk,...

Maybe we ought not hit on the one female researcher that has visited The Maverick Table in the past few weeks, Patrick, however much of an intelligent and hilarious super model she may be.

Does anyone here know how many questions Frankie Roberto usually asks for his interviews in the Post?

No, why?

*sips coffee i don't either coffee? *sips

Good idea
*sips

*The door to the pub bursts open dramaticly and a hunched figure is seen silohetted in the sunlight. The figure stagers into the room and a gasp emerges from all those presant. It's Sam Wolf! She's ragged and filthy, her knapsak is badly dillapidated and her hair sticks out from under her hat at odd angles. She takes a few steps closer to the table before her knees give out and she falls, face first, into a puddle of beer. "I made it" she whispers, then blacks out*