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

*Sneaks in, puts plastic wrap on the coffee can lid, cayanne pepper in the toilet...no, wait a minnit...
*Checks backlog on BBW's fan club*
O.K., lets try this again...

*Does all that stuff. Feeds growth hormone to the plants, spikes the Avian with vodka and waters the plants. Now we have giant, rowdy plants...*

Coo

And at that note...just don't make me press any buttons, you hear?

*opens cupboard*

*gets out some PAG, and chews*

*gasp* you're leaving me here alone with the angry plants?!?!?!?!

*dives under table*

Sorry, can't help you

*gives RD and everyone a before the PAG takes over*

Did someone call? Oooooo, look at the sheep!

*Changes to wolf forms. Howls. Clears the thread of sheep. Changes back to human form.

Nothing like a stampeding herd of sheep to raise your spirits.

*Looks down.*

Uh, looks like they left calling cards.

*from under table*

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....

*blink and lurks*

*Looks at the state of his fan club and shakes his head*

Starting to remind me of Uncle Heavy's room a bit

*his spacecraft hovers about 10 feet above the ground, and CV gets out with a lare tank of powerful herbicide on his back* I see SM isn´t much of a help... *keeps angry plants away from sea, but not much else... it IS a dog´s fan club, ya know...*

I´m still in Europe, but I´ll be coming back the 24th... which sucks in some ways and is good in others. Hope all is well on everybody´s respective continents?

*Hovers over the mess, sneks into the cupboard and rips off the grail, tosses it to Red*
(whisper) Hay, if you give it to one of the exes, Apollo will have to go with her. )

*disappears into the aether for two weeks*

Miss ya unc!

*a ring is formed around the table which consists of carpet so thickly imbued with herbicide the angry plants can barely breathe the air around it*

*CV is busy setting up a small airstrip and bar*

Oh, oh, give it to me!!!!!

* to Red Dog*

Um, mrs. far-too-hot woman in the bikini, you might want to watch out for the drunk, angry human-eating plants...

*one of the angry plants grabs her and starts chewing, CV blasts it with a little herbicide and it lets go*

thanks, CV.

and i still think it's too clean to be uncle heavy's room.

CV,

If you kill off all the vegitation, how will the dogs attend to calls of nature?



Bassman

*Rushes in and puts up fire hydrants*

Meanwhile, the sheep gifts and the herbicide combine with the plant growth hormone. The mixture begins to bubble, acting on the giant carnivore plants...

*noticing something in the works, he chucks the herbicide canister and gets out his plasma rifle*