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

Fine. Cappuchino?

I've spelt that wrong, haven't I? Cappuccino, if that's right... but then again, Mr. Odie doesn't like coffee.

I don't think I spelt it right then either.

*dons green period costume she has pursuaded Mr. Davies to buy her*

how about spelling it C-O-F-F-E-E?
Anyway, I think he meant the squirty cream...

*tosses it over to Odie*

I was under the impression that you are currently female, Lucinda...

{groans}

Lucinda we know your secret, and by the way, fair play to you if that is what you are into.

Emily like the dress. I take it this is the one you were talking about before, *sigh* oh for a virtual camera of this moment. Oh well where were we, I take it that you are still going on about hot beverages etc. Well I want to liven things up a little, do you have any ice cubes and anything that fizzes on contact with liquids?

*raises eyebrows*
Some secret...

*ed can finally be bothered to say something*

so, is this the womens institue coffee morning?
if so, i'd prfer hot chocalate with whipped cream.

If this is a teen-age orgy, what would a teen-age kiss be like?

I'm confused... What's all this about a coffe morning? Where's the tea? How did we get onto the topic of whipped cream anyway? And since when was this specifically a teenage (no hyphen) orgy?

I would make some dire innuendo at this point but I'm too tired...

Farewell,

Mr. Odie, Man's Best Friend...

It must be a no hymen orgy...

just popped in to say hi but might actually stay due to mention of whipped cream.

I must protest - this whole coffee business wasn't supposed to happen! The whole purpose of the coffee is that one makes it, and then fails to drink it as one gets carried away on top of the dining room table...

Coffee, you fools, everyone who's anyone drinks tea at an orgy!

*picks up* (eeny, meent, miney) *freak and places her gently on the dinner table*

*follows her*

[whispered aside] Like this?

What has happened? Has everyone ignored my ice suggestion? Oh well *sigh* is anything other than talk of hot beverages going on? If so, can I be of any assistance, I am surprisingly flexible if that helps.

Patrick, I don't need to know how flexible you are... It's superfluous...

How big's this dining room table then? And I've eaten all the whipped cream, sorry... Just wrapping my mouth round a chocolate finger now... Sucking it, until all the chocolate comes off...

*mumbles*

Farewell,

Mr. Odie, Man's Best Friend

*end mumble*

goddammit!! we had choccy biscuits??

*ed dives over weird happenings on dininng room table, and nabs the box of fingers, proceeds to scoff them 4 at a time*