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

But it's Poets today!

*twiddles* for old-times sake.

s everyone.

*strolls in just for the hell of it, what with not looking for any sort of weaponry anymore. Sits down in a corner with a smug grin on his face.*

*strolls*

*knock* *knock*

:::walks over to open the door.:::

*and arrow whizzs over Clive's head.*

*leaning against the door frame* - It's the R+D Hordes! They've still got our coffee machine, now they've regrouped and are charging the Armoury!

Now where did I put my Mourning Star?

Found it!!

CHARRRRGE!!!!

*jumps up, and joins Clive in charging* Umm who are we fighting this time again?

Sir Loin's rebel R&D team, of course.
Talking of which, where is he lately?

Tim's been busy... he's good, just busy.

Not unlike me... *sigh*

Glad to hear he's ok. Oh for a life of leisure, eh?

My thoughts exactly...

*looks all a bit confused* I leave you all for a couple of days of self pity and sneezing and you all start being odd. I even went and found a sonic spork and a can of nitro nine for P.S and find he doesn't need weapons. All foosed

*potters off to make a pot of Earl Grey*

run away!

*releases Earl Grey from pot*

Sorry, your Lordship, but if you will name yourself after a bergamot flavoured tea based beverage, such things will happen ...



Milk?

One lump or two?

Sugar?

*pulls out double headed scythe*
hehehe this i'll enjoy,
it's been a while since i used my toy.

oh and eris a good attack,
would be for u to use the big bomb in my pack.

we'll blow these boys back to hell,
and all i say to that is oh well.

Giga sweetie, lord of Rhyme
Now I think it is the time
For I your bombs to return
And thus the enemy to learn
That tampering with the force of Thing
Will not for them provide a win
More like to make a feeling of woe
For those that are the Thingite Foe
So go to it most splendid troops
Make us known with leaps and whoops

*hands Giga his bombs back, in a newly manufactured red velvet satchell bearing the crest of eris*

Ta for finding me a sonic spork and the can of nitro nine Eris. I can always use more weapons, there's that little spat I've been having with Tom somewhere around here, and of course we must get the Esspresso machine back somehow!

thanks much eris my friend,
and now some R&D lives will end.

*pulls out large gunlike weapon*
where is that mega bomb now,
ah here is it chow.
*loads bomb into weapon and fires*
HIT THE DIRT, AND DO IT NOW,
CUZ WHEN THAT GOES IT IS KAPOW!
*jumps under table loaded with elvis beanbags from past incounter*

"And with a *whack* *whack* here and a *whack* *whack* there.."

He a *whack* there a *whack*; everywhere a *whack* *whack*

"Clive the ostrich had an axe. Arrg! oow, oof, eek, arrrrghh!"