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

*off to the Chai-shop for Tandoori chicken*

... that-a-girl!!! Save the cows!!!

Woohoo! Tewa (Plastic Squirrel to y'all) finished up the official page for the Church of the Holy Tail. It's at http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A699924

Ooooo...pretty!!!

*walks in, sending up a cloud of dust and spiders disturbed when the door was opened for the first time in 4 months*

*cough cough* Guess I should try checking my office more often...

*goes to her phone and checks her voice mail*

<<< You have no messages in your mailbox >>>

geez... ya'd think someone would have needed to speak to me...

*checks her desk for her backup bottle* Aha! Just what the doctor ordered...

*knocks*

Hiya Floh! just fluff up some of those cobwebs and have a seat... what can I do for you?

Nothing. I just wanted to give you a bottle of .

Ooh! Thank you... let's pop the cork on this now..

can i have one of those beermugs of yours filled with also, floh?

well Capn darling, it is your ship... you can have anything you want.. within reason (standard CYA type disclaimer thingie)

*wants to meet Batty*

Hello!
Hi Floh. Member when I thought your name wazz sumthin' different? Through with therapy yet?...*wonders if 'her' *ahem* encounter with the lady has anything to do with her wanting to "meet" Batty...decides she doesn't care...and understands how
ANYone would want to meet Batty...what a good Tart...*

An' Cappy too!Awwww...such a scoundrel! I
jusss love that in a
...*opens her 'flask-o-fire'...to share, or not...doesn't want to harm the "light-weights" with their bubbly an' all...*

Thanks..

*wonders what a is and if it's anything dangerous*

1. I DO remember.
2. No therapy at all. Just needed enough .
3. The encounter has nothing to do with any meet-up.

Just as I thought: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder...tisk.

Oh Batty...you know what a fan I am of yours. You totally crack me up!...*takes out her note pad and writes: invent Pandora's Glue and make several million more dollars...* Wha'?
"They" always say the first million is the hardest... so I'm jusss skippin' right to the second mil....*and "they" think I've not got all my wits. What was the question?

...*peers into mac...*Is that my sister in there? She's always looking at me an' sayin', "Where where YOU during spelling class?!" <---That's where I was.
So excuse-a-late the tar outta' me......but ...*points to herself...* We B typos! Do you think that's a good name for a cybor cafe'?

*sigh*

*knocks*

...*leaps behind a desk...overturns it for cover...*What the bloody hell was that sound?!? Are we being fired upon?!?
...*readies her saber...*sess