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

*grabs him and shakes him*

but if we don't get custard the spoons will sink the ship...

*runs round in circles*

Will this tin of custard powder do? Or do we need to make it from scratch?

With eggs and stuff?

yes it will do... but we need more than a single tin MAN!!!


Quick, make it up as think as you can, before they come to get us

Erm.. I have a can of condensed milk, will that help? *panic*

*looks downstairs in the hold* The custard's gone! Why is the custard gone?

*runs around in small circles panicing*

It's OK, I've just ordered another tin off the internet. Free delivery too. Bargain.

*from a safe position at the top of the mast...

Hmmm... I see spoons leaping off the rails after those flying fish. Are these spoons fish-loving implements of rabidity?

As far as custard goes, perhaps someone could talk that ostritch over there into giving us a few eggs. A little milk & sugar (and a really big over) and we'd have a nice tasty spoon-trap.


(EE - You don't have to marry 'em.)

*negotiates with the ostrich and comes back carrying a sack* right -I got the eggs - all to be paid with a 0.0000001% share of any discovery of the east pole reward money.... i think he thought the pile of zero's meant he was gettin a lot...

I just tripped over a banana. will it help?

*wonders briefly if by marrying the spoons they will stop bothering them*

I have got some banans and custard made by Inspector Crabb of the Pie in the Sky restaurant.

Kat

Wow. Look at those spoons diving into the giant custard. I think it may have worked. Did anyone else notice that some of the flying fish are diving in too and... Is that a panda I see in there?

(Is anyone going to warn him that those spoons are rabid or are we just going to let EE collect the life insurance?)

Life insurance sounds good...

*is halfway through the ceremony, which is being led by a *

I have to record this

*starts scribbling down notes*

psst... just don't tell my groom I'm only marrying him to kill him.... And don't tell him it's the third time I've married a random thing in this thread....*gulp*

Mr. Bernard Shaw asks me to say that as he has never visited Australia, and has not made any special study of it beyond its remarkable backwardness in dramatic culture he does not feel qualified to undertake a broadcast, though he is much gratified by the invitation.

G.B.Shaw's secretary, Blanche Patch. September 20th, 1933

*kisses the spoon*

No.

er, h!, my computer broke.

And so has the rudder *holds up rudder*

We are at the mercy of the w!nd, !'m afraid, and she !s a f!ckle
m!stress.