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

O.K, whom ever is responsible for the squirrels call them back, they're attacking my peanut butter sandwich!! Free Canadian beer to who ever helps me!!!

*looking in the back of the bar fridge*
Awww, aren't they *cute*?
*pause*
That wasn't me just being broody...
Ok, now we need some really hard music- shame Mike's away...
Oh well, I'll put on Pain (FSM song), that's heavy enough for now...
*thinks- when did I turn music obsessed? As if I need another one....*

*flutters in from the garden
Sorry, everyone, I was playing in the garden with a family of really cute squirrels, but they have all disappeared....
So! Here I am! Is it my turn for a dance with Zax* yet? {Maybe I am too needy....} OK! If anyone would like a dance with ME they are gonna have to BEG!

*Coaxes squirrels back into fridge with the promise of walnuts.* You did say Canadian beer, didn't you, jimmiejaz? Molson Canadian?

BEER!
Ah, the reason why God invented the ringpull

Sure? I thought it was so Heinz could put them on cans of baked beans and so make them impossible to open.

No. It was definitely for the beer.

Good.
*GLUG*

*grin*
Baked bean tins were always impossible to open- ring pull or not

*following the squeaking noise
*opens fridge door
*gets knocked over by several rather cold squirrels, heading for the garden
*picks herself up
*dusts herself down
*grabs a vodka jelly, seeing as how no-one has asked her to dance, this whole party {and she's been here a week}
*sits in a corner & sulks

*floating in, in her usual vague, elf-like manner*

Hi all! *big yawn*

Sorry about that, just got home from the Falun folk music festival. WOW what a festival!

Stop sulking, GB, come join me on the dance floor!
*slightly limping, been dancing a lot lately*

And - until midnight CET (3 and a half hours more)
*Poof! Lots of self-refilling champagne glasses appear*

Love those glasses.

G'night all, finally got to get some sleep...
*drifting off, in her usual v.e.l.manner*

Well, thanks, Queen Titania! And I'd love a glass of champagne!
*flutters her wings with delight
*heads for the dance floor
*twirls
*starts swigging champagne
Three cheers for Queen Titania!
Hip, Hip, Hooray!

Ok, in order to get rid of any residual sulky feelings:
Everyone get your asses up here and shake your funky stuff with me!
Oh, and bring the champagne!

I'm with you, Tweetie!*Passes her a champagne glass

*Dances the night away!

I think (though in my current state of intoxication, I may be mistaken) Molson EXport.

I have heard the lovely sound of fine crystal hold the bubbly liquid of the Gods,
*looks at hands, see's beer, pouts

I guess I should get the last squirrel out of my pants (*calls of all bets) and get to the dance floor, or nearest table.

* Peet's Funky Stuff oscillates in a particularly unnerving manner...

* M.K ponders that he must have taken a U-turn at the off-ramp marked sanity... *

Nice Squirrel !!!

* Although he isn't quite certain now whether it is a rodent after all... *

Hey Peet, give me some of that 'funky stuff' !!!

* I suppose under the circumstances, he should have made further enquiries what that too... *

M.K*