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

I wish I had alcohol, it would make this go alot faster

[Bomb Tech #1] Okay...

*He gingerly reaches down, and flips the top off the bomb. There are no wires, contrary to the standard bomb.*

[Bomb Tech #2] Carefully now...

Where's my Liquer?

*Hjik drops out of nowhere, hands HDS bottle of Tequila*

Here you go boss.

Cool, thanks.

*Isard opens the bottle, drinks down about ten shots worth in one gulp, puts the stopper back in the bottle, wipes his mouth with his tattered sleeve, all without moving his chest too suddenly*

I needed that.

*The tech pulls out a small black box, flips a switch on it, and waits. The bomb hums for a moment, then flickers off. The tech picks it up, and runs it outside.*

[Bomb Tech #2] You're good to go, sir.

'Bout bloody time!

*Isard hands the bottle of taqiula back to Hjik, hand a bag of fiesty quarters to Thog, to go with the duffel bag full of cash*

Sorry 'bout the mess.

*Isard leaves throught the hole in the wall, uses his rocket propellent pack to get up to and into his flying limo, and flies to Vegas, picking up his wife on the way.*

*Gets up from behind an upturned table, and looks about at the carnage.*

Sheesh. Hjik, I'm guessing you've joined with the gov?

I'm just, well, hanging around where the good liquor is. *Looks at HDS* right boss?

Ah, right. Well, HDS can tell you where to meet at.

*Gulps hard liquor*

I'm sorry what did you say?

I'll tell you in another thread.

Is there a high position available in government for someone who justs keeps the booze coming?

we have more than enough peopl who do nothing, now, we need people who will actaully go out in the field and do battle

*Thog appears in the midst of the carnage with a nice FOOP and looks about in dismay.*

*Siiiiiighhhhhhhhhh...* I guess I'll have to start my cobweb collection all over again...

*blinks, and the billiards room is back exactly the way it was before the anarchists and their enemies tore up the place... minus, of course, the cobwebs... those things take time.*

*Opens his eyes and looks about, noting that all damage has been repaired, and the old green light above the table is back in place and burnt out as usual.*



*disappears with an even nicer FWOOMP*




*reappears a second later, with no sound effects, and quickly grabs the bags of cash, quarters, and the several checks that were written throughout the course of the occupation, and walks out the door into the pub proper*

You got a party going on here, you worthless continuity-breaking little ...? (that was for HDS, by the by)

*a greenish cloud of smoke lurking about in a corner and coalesces into the form of Thog, although still a bit green and smokey-looking*

Thanks for the clarification there, Jade

*Teleports in, wish cool sound effects and visiual effects, but then realises that he is on the cieling and not the ground, and falls headfirst to the floor.*

AAAAAARRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OOOOFFFFFFF!!!!!!



*Gets up, dusts himself off. moves to the billiards table and starts to play. Inserting some non-fiesty quarters into themachine to release the balls.*

There is a difference between HDS and Isard. Isard is a big jerk, HDS is not, but Mombassa is (HDS's pet, who lives in his left eye socket.

Mombassa: That's no way to set up a game of pool

HDS: Like you could do it better?

Mombassa: right I could!

HDS: you've got no boody arms!

Mombassa: yes i have!

HDS: Look!

*HDS finishes setting the balls up, takes the cue, almost scratches, and breaks the balls, none go in.*

Mombassa: Ha Ha, you're pethetic!

HDS: Thog, could I have some s over here please?

I'm assuming this is non-flight, then, right?

Right. This thread is officially off the quest.

*HDS knocks the white ball into the 8 ball, which knocks it into the far left corner pocket*

HDS: rats

Mombassa: You suck HDS!

*HDS feeds some more non-fiesty quarters into the machine, gets the 8 ball back out and sets the game up again.*