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

Thrilily and trillily so!

Trhrilly and mhrrily so thus uneaven the uneerently araseen of the picle glow ecreesly thrily in it s thilness and freelishness as a frelishness of glowing is thine unto thi own glowing thriley so, oh yea

And Gherkzilla didst stomp the firtle ground. Stomp and romp and smash and... truth be told, Gherkzilla didst frolic a bit as well. Yes, The mighty glowing pickle monster didst frolic and gambol throughout downtown model Tokyo hurlying train cars around like so many discarded nunchaku. And picklilly thrillilly was now where to be foundillily.

Boundedly so spoons mapled the weather, crazyness fortunes of sissors, leaping rhind of lemon to window ledge cries, of distructive mantlepiece ridgid with lemon sausage, of floor mop whiping solidly the crazy pavement of fortutude rhilely on the edge of a dazzling glowing pickle

Picalilli was restless. Ever since Gherkin had returned from the great city a certain calmness had come over him. It was alright for him she mused, he was famous, what with the Starling award or whatever. For goodness sake he was only a country cucurbita after all. She longed for the East. To be away from the hill and the fertilizer and the mildew. Gherkin she whispered 'now we have all that spendy stuff from the Starlings lets be silly wouldn't a little break away from the hill be nice'.

The wrestless gray waters of the kitchen sink rose majestically in the gloom, tempting fate and anticipating the plate of dirt that pickle remains from which hath be spelt, hastening through time and water ill warmed, the platof justify anointment of lemon custard, rosing and rising and writhing within the trubbled waters, as a myriad plethra of discarded rail tickets scattered by the winds on a diserted underground station

'All passengers for Picklair Flight kzzzck ssskx 4 please go to gate sshhe mmmmnkkk immiediately' 'Oh come on Gherkin, that's our flight, I'm sure' Picalilli cried. 'I'm so excited, come on hurry up' Gherkin wasn't so sure. Holidays were all very well but deep down there was a nagging doubt. How would they manage chop sticks when they only had little green pimply things.

Thriley they screamed 'badfdger'

Kerrrr dunkkk...Ow Where am I ??? Jeez that burgher smells disgusting....

Yeah, I think it has too many h's.

Most Boers decay a little when transported from thread to thread via wormholes ...............

............... quick before the wormhole closes I'm supposed to be going fishing ........................

Would the real glowing pickle please stand up, please stand up?

*wanders in, smells the pickle and decides she needs some cheese*

Who let the glowing pickles out?

Traveller in Time on an olive
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Here come the glowing pickles, walking down the street

But beholden, for are they not now being most maliciously molested but dancing stripper clowns?

"Whats this inprint of a keyboard doing in my cheek ? "