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

*snowy wanders in with a big sign around her neck which says.......*


ARE YOU LOT GONNA HELP TUC OR WHAT HE'S CURRENTLY BEING PEELED LIKE A POTATO IN THE POTAO GREENHOUSE BY EVIL POTATOS

*it is very neat script for a dog*

You're right, that is neat for a dog...

*snowy sighs a big sigh then says*


FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHATS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!!!

Ah... now THAT is a long, long story...

*totally forgetting that she's not surposed to be able to talk*

Well really?

Maybe be you'd like to sit down here *points to a nearby bean bag* and tell me all about it. I'm a very good listener

Well, my problems began about the time I decided to become a weapons designer... *fades into hours and hours of how he blew up loads of imporatant stuff, and was eventually deported to Pluto, which, three weeks later, developed an eccentricity in its orbit...*
...and I think that's everything. I'm not scaring you, am I?

Well tuc may get scared but its nothing out of the ordinary for me.

Snowman

NOW I'm worried about you...

You're not the only one, me sis ' U116040 ' was on the phone to one of her strange friends and I had the overpowering urge to shout obscene things down the phone, which aren't repeatable here (so don't ask), anyway that friend now thinks I'm wierder than she previously did.

Snowman

Do we have enough spuds to conquer the world? How many spuds does it take to down a security guard? These are things we MUST consider...

And why am I not recognised as part of the Potato Army? I AM a weapons expert, you know!

Let's go.

Wargamer, I have corrected that minor problem and you now on the page.

Snowman

Thanx!