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

*Creaps into the sanctity of your membrane*
HA, I'm in!!
~~ lavishes you in indecent hentai and does star jumps accross your forhead~~

*Bats eye lids*
I'm having a blast playing in here, you should build planets...

*recreates her silliest curtsie*
How rude, extends little paw...

I design time machines, have you a clue where I could find some cosmic dental floss?
I'll swop you 15 rubber clad slave girls for any successful links.

Well taz been an experience to be sure..
*Cleans up her trail of sadistic soup greens and leaves*

*dribbling*

Er, cosmic dental floss?

I know Amy the Ant has mastered the folding of time and space, perhaps she knows where to got some...

planet building? thinking about a Jedi Academy, does that count?

oh, and, er, could you do the star jump thing... it was DIVINE!!!

ciaomeow

Grrrrrrrr
*flashes her Phallic tentacle collection*

Jedi Academy ??
*ponders*
Only If I can alter some of my magnificent personality flaws, Jabba the hutt is a very limited life form, plus he dies a putrid death.

I was thinking more along the lines of a fasciest regime ruled by Shokushu Okami laiden with rubber clad slave girls and labotomised cheer people....

~Kusugattai~
japanese subtitles for sanctity of sight

hmmm, you really should consider planet manufacturing!!!

Planet manufacturing *rubs chin thoughtfully*...

Would I get an army of scantly clad slaves to while away my time by feeding me and obeying my every whim? I could be Pharoah of a planet... tempting... oooh, you are a devious one... I think you can have a sweet purrrrr...

*mimics the goaty downward twirl* (Another flag on the ship of Male playful appendages)
~falls off her Rubber clad slave crew in hysteria~

*Tip toes over to Lord Aier*
My masterful fiend finder of vexatious limb action...
As a planet manufacturer, it is within your realm of POWER to have what ever your little Heart/ (Check: Scatty Muscle with a Psyche) desires...

I have made quite a past time out of planet design and recreation, whereby I sneak up on an unsuspecting planet and redirect their galactic "purpose", alter their means of currency (Enter my rubber clad slave girls) and tranform all lude, sensored commentry into Japanese subtitles...
Which accounts for all the scantily dressed labotomised Cheer people dashing across my screen every so often brandishing psycadelic shakers and doing neandatholic death chants....

Hmm, would you like a catalogue?

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Grrrrrrrrrr, wires...
*drifts off in dazed trance*
What were you saying about cheese...
Hmmmmm Cheese.

According to my compass, you are in my parlour, which translates into a dome of free speech, until I get voted as an Intetgalactic Supa Being in which case all minion life will probably be cloned into rubber slave beings or will be too bust playing fetch....

Welcome to my world, *in hushed tones*
one of 3 that is....

*hands over a tequila and mouse*
That should sort your "giddy" spell and perhaps recross your wicked wires...