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

I assume that that can be interpreted as keeping the away.

...implied in the very name of Nighthoover...

Got it!

can't be very fond of vacuum cleaners.

Like and , flee in terror at the sound of a Hoover.

I guess we'll know what weapons to bring if we ever try to land on planets ruled by cats, dogs, or mice.

But, no, yes, but, hang on...

nighthoover cannot return! - for as it was written, so it was written; by then hand of the hoover herself; 'stuck here', forever.... you can't ever leave... so nighthoover has never left

having said which... it would be nice if they popped in, from time to time

A few years ago, an entity named nighthoover was on faceb**k.

really?! *faints*

It wasn't longlived, though.

so ture so ture, but look, how the hoovery-one lives onwards, perpetually, in our hearts, and minds, forever, immutable, unstoppable, and quite possibly untaxable,

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You live onwards as well, 2Legs. They broke the mold after they made you.

I'm officially immortal; I secretly snuck a small spider hidden in my pocket, in with me, into the radioation suite when I had radio therapy - sadly I'm not producing spider webs yet, and can't do all the things spider-man can... but I'm working on it

I shall be afraid, be very afraid.

I have a policy of not killing spiders unless they walk across my table and start eating the flies that are in my soup.

The was fine after its visit to radiotherapy machine with me Hmm... actually, now I'm wondering what happened to it afterwards... it seemed to crawl off quite happily, again, once back in the house

It's hard to know what spiders are thinking.

Probably a lot about how much they fear the hoover

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the Hoover
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the Hoover
Baby take my hand, don't fear the Hoover
We'll be able to fly, don't fear the Hoover
Baby I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

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I'll be waiting next to the runway to see the La La land.