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

*pulls out an AK47, shoots the revolver out of WR's hands, then spins the AK47 round his finger in a way most people can't.*

*from a safe distance, using a megaphone, reminds Egon she sent him a and a

*remembers the *

*nods with a serene smile*

*Hey, WR, you wanna be on my team? We are stil 1-0 up, after all.

*goes over to the rock where she hid the puck earlier, grabs it, and passes it neatly to Egon*

Right, our shillingback seems to have gone AWOL, so if you have no objection, I'll go long and you can pitch the puck to me. Sound OK?

"pitch the puck"- I'm sure that could be misinterpreted but, hey...

Sounds to me as though you've pitched the puck enough this evening, but I'll let that one go...

Take off running, puck's on the way!

*goes long, wearing his newly acquire HooToo SPring-dribblers Calvinball jersey, embalzoned with "EGON 69" *

Pass complete, and the crowd goes wild!

Heads on into the quogglesection with the puck, digging a little hole and burying it to earn the second point of the game! And the HooToo Springdribblers now lead by two squiblets to nowt, score by Egon with an assistant by Warrior Ranger. And the crowds are going wild here in the BBC CAlvindome!

*high fives Egon, does a celebratory Russian Tigger Jig*

*continues the Russian Tigger jig around the entire quogglesection, and cracks opena six pack to celebrate the 2-0 lead*

Well, mate, this Calvinball needs to call it a night. You better summon up that sub of yours! Great game so far!!!

tood pipski old shillingback, you.

[Ends game with a startling example of philosophical triumph, having decided that not only did the egg come first, but that Adam would have a navel, the Ultimate Question has nothing to do with cheese and that, somewhat obviously, holds the key to ruling the world.]

Well, that was refreshing! Though my head hurts a tad... Oh well, that's what you get if you stand in the Philosophical Zone... So how was the game?

- Jordan

bloody thong. I'm glad I shaved before I put it on.

*prays to her patron, Lord Newcastle, God of , who restores the game with the score of 2-0.*

All Hail Lord Newcastle!

*joins the pre-resumption prayer session.*

Egon, mate, what next? Shall we try bowling for potted plants, or the uphill luge attack?