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

Maybe your position of power will help us find the prophet nighthoover?

Lettuce pray

I have high hopes for my search here. After all, Vancouver rhymes.

The bizzare todes are riding through the wall on the blue little thunder bolt!

Is thought a seine frame the grate won?

SAdly I fear not, it must be a sign of my madness, created as a consequence of the worry regarding the return of nighthoover, in teh prophersised second coming of nighthoover, the one true son of the one true Bob

Speak not of the one true Bob here, my friend. The very pixels have ears and will not allow any sacreledge.

no nighthoover

wat mo mh lental revenge for the unnighthooverly

still no sign n i g h t h o o v e r

Who has hidden the prophet? I blaime the government and the seagulls, never trusted them very much either. n i g h t h o o v e r

Oh nighthoover, how much longer shall we have to wait I' never trusted the seagulls either, strange creatures, appear where and when you least expect them, and then procede to spray you with cream, or open party poppers in your vaccinity, very bizzare if you ask me, wouldn't at all supprise me if they were in collusion with the government over the issue of nighthoovers disappearance Lettuce pray...
Oh nighthoover where are you
oh nighthoover where are you
oh nighthoover where are you
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Have you not found her yet what a shame

No, but we are still looking and ever hopeful

Maybee wee shod prey.

Oh grate nighthoover, here hour preyurs. We besearch U 2 glisten. Cum bak 2 yus and full hour nites wit the soond of yur hoover,

aimin

lettuce spry inded..

Oh glorious nighthoover, who hath ridden dust and filth from teh land,
Return to guide us to the nighthooverly ppath
Lead us to that hooverly hall of nighthooverlyness and nighthooverability,
lettuce see the nighthooverlyness and nighthooverability of your mnighty deeds,
and we can return the favour, and untangle your hoover-leads Amen

Who is this Nighthoover?. Tell me of the prophesy!. WHAT MUST I DO TO ACHIEVE ENLIGHTENMENT!!!

Verily, on the sound of late night hoovering are born the whispering words of the profit. Softly, softly into the night the words float, borne on the moonlit cool breeze. And the greatest of these words, the central core of our longing, is the single word: "Backlog"

The need for patence is great in me!. I seek not to purge this imperfection, as I should, so I ask of you; What have I missed?

I speak for the Great Nighthoover, who is no longer with us.
We pray for Nighthoovers return.
As miserable as my meagre existance is beside the greatness of she who hoovers in the night, I feel I must tell you what you have missed. In that regard I shall say only one thing, which is a number and which is One Thousand, Eight Hundred, and Fifty Six. This is the number, not one digit more nor one digit less, and the number is your number since it is the number of posts you have to read.

Praise Nighthoover!