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

NO LAUGHING!!! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!!

Someone has raided my doughnut store...


WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

* Wanders in with an enormous cardboard box *

Ok, who pinched my favourite cat's donuts? Just look at her, she's wasting away through lack of vitamins


* Opens box and stands well clear *

Here you are Greebo, freshly baked for you

Mmmmmm.....
*Drools*

I wouldn't if I were you.... getting between Greebo and a can be dangerous.... ever seen the damage Titanium tipped claws can do?

That all? I do more damage before breakfast! Never to myself though...

* Hides in a corner and covers his eyes *


Oh I hate violence... be gentle with him Greebo

call me when the carnage is over

FABT

*Runs for the , but Greebo's there too! Dives at the nearest and suddenly time goes r e a l l y s l o w e l y . . .

Grapstheandrollsalongtheflooruntilhehitsthefarwall
I GOT ONE!!!!

*Meanwhile Bob slithers along unnoticed and nibbles his way through the box.*

Yum, that was nice, now for the contents

~Greebo dives on Wargamer and rams her paw down his throat to retreave any lost doughnuts... that done she stamps on Bobs head... with one cute but meanly efficent back paw...~

Don't worry Greebs, I'll help you.

*trips over Wargamer's flailing foot, flies through the air and lands in the huge pile of 's*

Ooops.

OMGOMGOMG.... I hate the sight of blood mixed with donuts

*desperately trying to hide *

~Greebo sits down on Bob's slightly squashed head... wrenches the doughnuts free of Wargamers throat and throws him against a nearby wall... grabs Menza from the pile of doughnuts... licks him clean... ~delightful grin~... and then stands him upright with a pat on the head... and then throws Whisky a towel to put over his head...~

Well that was worrying for a second, a hungry Greebo and me tasting of . And I think you missed a bit behind my ear.

*produces from said ear*

~Greebo accepts the doughnut and grins~

You know you have no need to worry about me Menza my love... me would NEVER hurt you... ~Grin~... much...

beginning not t trust eveything greebo says for some reason..........

* Peeks out from underneath the towel *

Is it safe to come out yet?

* Sniffs corner of aforementioned towel *

Hmmm, donut flavouring, interesting

~Greebo grabs the towel back from Whisky... sniffs it with appreciation~

Sorry wrong towel... ~Greebo removes another towel from the Garfield Backpack.. its smelly and non to clean~ Here use this one...

What do you mean you can't trust me FABT???

That's OK Greebo, you can have this one back, as long as you've finished throwing people around and sticking your paws down their throats....

Of course me finished... ~grin~... me knows me has... cause we are all going to behave like good little boys and girls now aren't we...