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

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips.
"Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like

a bad rash.

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash.

His legs reinflated,

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash.
His legs reinflated, Ernset kissed the

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash.
His legs reinflated,

Ernest kissed the

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash.
His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the

Maiden's oddly-shaped ring

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash.

His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring

and was transported

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported

into a dragon's belly

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly

shaped swimming pool

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool

in which there

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there

grew some dragon-plant.

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant.

At last! He

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He

Swam over to

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to

the looming dragon-plant

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant,

and took out a scythe.

With a precipitous

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe.

With a precipitous

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous

swing, he severed

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed

and pocketed some.

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.

"WHO DARE@Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.

"WHO DARES TO