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

*fanfare*

I hereby claim this page in the name of the people of the glorious nation of bubsterland.

Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Do you have a flag? You can't claim anything without a flag

Imperial decree 54: Until such time as flags are freely available to the adoring masses, Ant shall be run up this 'ere Flagpole.

By order.

*points*

That'll teach him to question a conqueror and his dogs.

*shouts up to Ant* HOW LONG YA THINK YER GONNA BE STAYIN UP THERE?

Well when you get here, you can get me down then, unless you have a knife I can borrow

I hope all this chit-chat isn't preventing you from your magnificent symbolic duties. Try to flap a little in the breeze - but keep it stately!

But it's cold up here *shivers*

Can you shiver in a stately manner?

I just want everyone to know that I, too, have been colonized. I suppose as a good USian I'll have to march about throwing tea into lakes and things. Unfortunatly I can't begin doing this until the motherland provides tea for me to fling.

Oh great and glorious leader, when can I expect some flinging tea?

*takes bubster's left shoe*

I want you to know that I will find no pleasure in this, and do it not as an act of rebellion, but as an observance of protocol. Please do not take this personally.

*drops bubster's shoe indignantly over the railing*

Goodbye, old friend. You served Us well.

*thinks about indignantly dropping The Superlative Right Hand of Bub over the railing, but then realises She is just Too Superlative*

Imperial decree 61W: Too Much Superlativeness is Barely Enough.

By Order.

This is all true..but where's my TEA???

There's something you should know about Tea, Krissy... sh..

...oh.

Nnnnnnnvrmind.

What? What??

How can I possibly go on if you don't TELL ME??

I feel it's an unalienable right as a memeber of the commonwealth of bubster to know.

I'd like to know about this tea too

*glares* YOU know more about her than anybody.

*is*

Erm... why?

*glares again* Because I am her... sometimes... sort of... over at that other site... my site... you know.

*puzzles her sore puzzler*

*admires the way Ant flaps in the breeze*

*puzzles some more*

*follows trail of oreo crumbs out the door*

*continues to make a diabolical circle of cookie crumbs*

Crumbs, chief! I mean, Champ