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

I already got up a few posts earlier...

*grabs the offered hand and stands up*

Do you sulk standing up then? Weird girl And I guess I should have offered you a feeler, not a hand

So tell me more about why this shovel is so special, anyway.

Oh well, nevermind... And of course I'm weird!

Special about my shovel?? Because it's mine of course!!

All right, enough of that then, weirdo or more of a really.

But what can it do that others can't? What if I offered to swap it with, for instance, a spade?
*produces a spade from behind his back*

*starts backing again*
It's my shovel... Why do you want it anyway??
It only has sentimental value... You couldn't respect it the way I do...

*wonders how far she can back without backing through the wall*
That's a very clever way of not answering the question Here, have this spade - it's better than any old shovel, even a shovel that's as bloody and rusty as this one......

I did answer your question... But you didn't answer mine... Why do you want my shovel?!?!?

*backs against the wall and thinks that there should be a door there*

I only want your shovel because I'm not sure I trust you with it.....and I hope there's a door somewhere, or someone's done a very quick job of building this place around us.

There is a door but it's behind you, not me...

You don't trust me?? I'd never hurt you... Unless you gave me a reason to do so...

I trust *you*, it's just you and shovels that make me nervous, but to demonstrate my trust......
*lays shovel down on grond and steps aside so she can see the door*

*looks at him trying to determine whether he still wants the shovel or not*

*stares peacefully out the non-existent window*

*steps closer, ready to run if necessary*

*thinks to himself 'whom doesn't trust whom?'. Starts whistling non-commitally, looking slyly out of the corner of one eye*

*puts the shovel down*

Thank You. Now why don't we both go outside to enjoy the fresh air?

Why not... *walks out of the door*

*thinks about picking up the shovel but decides to give this trust thing a go.....*
What a beautiful day. Where are we?

I can't remember, and don't trust this to try read any backlog to check

I don't think we were anywhere important... We were talking about something odd and suddenly ended up in that room - whereever it was... But you use the phrase 'beautiful day' pretty loosely... Since when the stars have been seen during the day?

Us? Something Odd? Never happen....

Don't you think stars are beautiful?