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

arwen enters the kitchen, warily. seeing nothing amiss at first, she gets a broom and starts ridding the room of dust and cobwebs.

having done that, she flips idly through a catalogue; "accessories and necessities for your standard magical kitchen", pausing now and then to circle things, and run her fingers through the £3500 she withdrew from the account, before wargamer had a change of heart...

*pops head through doorway, much to the disgust of the door frame*

Can we have toasted sandwich maker?

sure. there are these really nice ones in here *brandishes catalogue* that are cow shaped, and they moo when the sandwich is done!!

got any ones?

*There's a loud thumping sound from the ventilator system above the massive victorian style stove, and a massive winged snake rockets out, with Wargamer clinging onto it's tail.*
Remain calm! Everything's normal!
*The creature and its passenger disappears back up the pipe, just as Wargamer begins to arm the Railgun...*

strewth!

Thats what i like about this place - nothing ever changes

yep, one sandwich toaster coming up. ps; no shooting in my kitchen!

*arwen leaves the room, and returns shiftily. the furniture turns to look as she takes a suspiciously large egg from under her coat and puts it in the stove.*
"you'll be safe here, no-one knows i've got you."

*arwen leaves the room, and returns shiftily. the furniture turns to look as she takes a suspiciously large egg from under her coat and puts it in the stove.*
"you'll be safe here, no-one knows i've got you."

sorry for double postings-the comp at school keeps timing out.

No shooting in the kitchen?

considering the type of things that Wargamer does shoot, you may want to rethink that otherwise you will have a kitchen full of ... well i would rather not say

i see you sorted out a ..err stove?!!

hmm, maybe i should reconsider. but once i've got my, erm, stove up and running, i shouldnt need assistance.

leaves a pile of insulating foam for the round thing that isnt an egg

*starts to stoke the stove, helping to heat up the thing that completely and definitely isnt anything remotely egg like. ever.*

*a loud cracking sound is heard, which arwen immediately tries to muffle. upon opening the stove door, a small scaly head shoots out and licks her facing, gazing up at her with huge baleful eyes.*

*Staggers in, looking very battered.*
Any chance of a snack... what's that?

whats what? *standing in front of the stove*
yep, we're just about equipped enough to do snacks, even hot ones (now). what did you have in mind?

Wargamer - i think you may have been working too hard - are you starting to hallucinate?

yes, i definitely think you've been overdoing it. why dont you sit down...erm...outside, and i'll get you that snack.