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

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You're never invisible to me Lurcher dear...

*sits down next to the keg with a straw*

You won`t believe it, butI`m on some in RL pills that prevent me havin` a "proper" drink..
In the in meantime,however, I shall get paralytic on whatever virtual booze is in available.
So, here <bleep.in goes;
~~~~~~x50~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~x50~~~~~~~~~~ Batty

*lines em up for Lurcher*

Ahhhhhhhhh

Same again tihgs rea gttin` berta awreedy

I thunkI`m feling inn lerv wuth u Betty

*gets a nice soft woobie and tucks Lurcher in for the night* Sweet dreams Lurcher dear...

what are you still doing up anyway?

Not being able to lie down has a lot to do with it, luv, but I`ve got to give it a try.
Thanks for the company!
`Night..

Night dear! I hope your back feels better soon...

Ever notish how life'sh all ing blururuururrry, anna cant see it, buh, buh, buh, it, all comes inna focush when you look froo a galsh, a galalalsh, , a thingy, drink goes in it WHOOPS! Glass. . Thassit. New bottlesh say cheers whenyou, whenyouingopen'em, i find, that, inna way, a ing special way, everyryry bottle says that to me...



*THUD*

::pokes at Roadkill's body with his Invisible Boot... geting no respone, Thog drags him unceremoniously into a nice dark corner where nobody'll trip over him and break their necks::

Well ing said, Roadkill! it, I haven't the foggiest ing idea what the exactly you were ing talking about, but 'twas ing well said nonethe-ing-less.


::quaffs a and materializes another, then floats like over to a stack of scrolls, picks one out of the pile at random, and begins perusing it::

*Wanders over to some of the most ing y sacred of the scrolls: "Ye boys who play", and /now/ he knows where Michele got that ing original idea from*

*goes into the virgin supply pantry to check how well the new order is holding up* geez... gotta send in another in order already.. you know it's not like in virgins are in full supply these days... cept for the unable ones that is...

The ing wha?

Oh.

*Gets rid of the and *





ain't gonna be pleased. You should put the fear of into 'em. ers.

Oh no.... the are left over from the other fouled up batch. I've been savin' them for the great BBQ of . Just grumbling about the in price of virgins these days. You'd in think they'd be easier to come by or something... I've considered growing our own but well they wouldn't last very in long ya know...

*goes to the 'already been ed' chute and checks on the new crop of waitstaff and washers* at least we have plenty of these... the way Thog goes through washers it's a good thing we're producing such high quantities...

Maybe we could do something ing similar to Greek Mythoingology, where someone planted dragons' teeth and they sprouted ing warriors. If we planted, say, ing rabbits' teeth, maybe they'd sprout virgins? Or we could plant ing uned virgins, but that tends not to be very good for them. And I didn't think ism was that sort of ing religion anyway.

besides... who wants a toothless in virgin...

, I dunno -- I've heard there's in upsides to havin no in teeth