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

Maybe that was just a dry run?

Once upon a brown time there was a brown man. This brown man lived in a brown house in a brown street. He had all brown furniture, clothes, even brown food. One brown day he was watching the brown tv, when he saw a brown competition. The brown question was: "What brown colour are chamaeleons?". The brown man leapt out of his brown seat. "I brown know that!" he brown thought. He phoned up the brown hotline and after a few brown minutes, gave the brown answer. "Erm, I don't really brown know, but I think the brown answer's.... is it..... brown?". "Congratulations!" Said the voice. "You've won a brown holiday in the brown sun for two brown weeks, with a brown friend!". The brown man was shouting for brown joy. So, he packed up his brown bags, as did his brown friend (who also lived in a brown house in a brown street with brown furniture, clothes and food) and went off on brown holiday. They had a marvelous brown time. Sipping brown coctails on a brown beach, sunbathing, going to brown clubs and dancing with no small number of brown girls. Then on the brown weather forecast one day the brown man found out that there was a brown storm coming. And what a brown storm it was! Brown wind blowing about, brown waves coming as much as eighty brown metres inland! The brown palm trees were all uprooted, and the brown man's brown hotel was flooded. He and his brown friend managed to find a brown lifeboat, though, so all was not brown lost. After several days of brown solitude, being blown around in the brown boat, the brown storm stopped. The brown man poked his head out of the brown lifeboat, and looked around. There was nothing in brown sight, just the brown ocean. He turned to his brown friend to deliver the brown news: "I think we're marooned."

Well, Roadkill, my brown friend, you've earned
some browny points with that one.

Wasn't too high- brown then?

Maybe middlebrown....



How now, brown cow?

Moo-ve over, I want to hear too.

I thought you'd be in bed by now.
Aren't you up pasture bedtime?

look at the thyme! I really should be going.

I'm glad you appreciate my sage advice.

It's about thyme for some sage advice.


But for now, a collaborative effort:

[DoctorMO] Can we sardien a towel?
[Lady Scott] No, I'm afraid it sounds fishy....
[DoctorMO] Fishy 42.
[Mr. Chris]What if we 4-T-fied it with 2-na ?

Oh my sole!

Why don't you just do it for the halibut?

I didn't mean to flounder the delivery.
Don't be so crabby!

Maybe he'd prefer to clam up.

No, I don't think he's be that shellfish.

I don't know what I oyster do here.

Not tonight, I have a haddock.

Tomorrow then ... my plaice, or yours? ...

Let's not squid ourselves.
There are lots of good fish in the sea, tra la,
And I ain't the biggest catfish in the sea.

Can't beat a bit of sole music ...

*flounders around in the thread*