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

I make *one* little post while I am drunk and look at the result.

There is nothing wrong with a virtual food fight

Throws pie at Shorty *BLAT!*
Nope! Nothing wrong with it at all

Weeeeee! *pickes up a big blob of HD ice cream and lobs it at saff*
Have some more to eat
*then he starts chucking chocolate eclairs arround*

Eclairs!?!

Throw some MY way!!!!

Hey, now that we're all covered with virtual food, there's nothing for it but to all get virtually naked. So we can wash up. Of course. (cough)

funny how the same thing is happening in another forum.
what a coincidence...i think

Some of us are well established members of H.R.A.S.C., and therefore already naked.

*scoops up handful of Hagen Das, saunters innocently towards Marv*

Ummmmmmmmm.... Just what do you have in mind with that my dear??? <duck behind handy covering and throws a pint of Ben & Jerry's at Luna.

HD,eclairs AND doughnuts! Wow...I feel pretty yummy all over now
So,Monsy...chucking food at me now huh! Take THIS *grabs a very large dollop of lime jelly covered in thick cornich clotted cream and aims carefully at Monsy's exposed body!*
hehehehehehehe!
shazzPRME

Throw a pie at me eh???...Right, where did I hide that stash of chicken legs???

I was thinking about an entry to underline my finding my way into the third episode... until I saw this feudfite exploding on my screen.

*large bulky shapes on wheels loom behind him from the dark, yet each with strong headlight flooding the scene. a strong odor wafts from what seem to be the enormous trucks*

Here, all of you! a pescatory cornucopia!
truckloads and truckloads of !







deal with it, and enjoy the salmon. it's dayfresh.
happy new fruit de mer.

oh and mewtwo, I see YK is now the president of some Blainesfeet Ltd.,
should I be worried?

Ah, fresh salmon! Great, something to actually eat as well as wear.

Marv, what flavor of B&Js? I hope it's one you like as I now have a huge glob of it dripping from my navel!
BTW, luv, did you bring any bagels? We can make some topping with the fish.

Everyone ready to break for lunch?

BlainesFreet, Ltd. is supposedly a JavaScript brokering service, but I found on the bottom of his page for it a message the color of the background (I selected it to see it) saying that it was also an information-gathering system. So, I suppose, yes, you should be worried.

Oh, and watch out! The last time we had a food fight, it ended up with only me and YK doing it. [telekinetically creates a blizzard of snow cake (yuk yuk yuk) which covers everyone]

Luna, I would never throw anything that I would not *gladly* remove. It is Cherry Garcia. Now we just have to turn all of this salmon into lox for our bagles.

mmm im not too late for lunch am i?

No, luv, you're just in time.

Marv's my bagel king!

Cherry Garcia, yummm!

*dips fingers into B&J's currently pooling on her mid-section, flicks it at Marv*

I gotta have a taste of that myself!

I got

knackebröt
*astonishing amounts of Wasa fly*

French bread
*a heavily accented voice whispers 'lancer les baguettes' and a virtual blizzard of long loaves rains down*

Olives
*the sky turns green, a river of orange piment flows*

and... caviar!
*it rains, my god it rains! black as the apocalyps as the entire crowd is covered in the stugeons burgeoning gifts*

anything to go with salmon, it's yours!

Luna, care for a snack?
*delicately packs a slice of french bread with a heavy dollop of NewYorkSuperFidgeChunk and slams the creation into her gob*

You sir have tangled with an Amazon!!

En Guarde!!

*grabs a French loaf and wamps Pres to the ground. Scoops up massive amounts of caviar, proceeds to smear it all over his head.
gently plucks olives from the ground to create a smiley face in the caviar on Pres' head.*

somethings missing......ah ha....

*stuffs large salmon covered bagel into Pres' open mouth*

That was fun.
What a nice lunch!

What does this button do? [presses it; a gigantic pie falls face down onto the Prexy] I figured that.

[a wierd "beuuu..." noise is audible; dozens of strawberry tarts fall from the sky; all of them seem to land on Monsy]