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

*the dragon alights, Mr. Hawking stays astride, but is able to aim the gun at the Schrodinger Box through sheer act of intellect. The sofa, with doughnuts and milk securely fastened to the cushion, disappear, through the space-time eddy, into the Schrodinger Box [through the catflap too, I think]*

OK, Greebo, it's the bludragon! Just hop on that sofa when it comes by. There are some lovely donughts and milk on it, too, so dont be afraid. It should bring you right back out of the Box. And Mr. Hawking has his gun aimed at your prison so it better not give him any guff. He can see right through it!

And besides, in h2g2 a space-time eddy beats a Schrodinger's Box any day! In addition to having Stephen Hawking to protect us!

Do you see the sofa yet, Greebz?????

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~Greebo's tear streaked face... breaks out into a huge grin~... Me see's you Oh Fiery One... Me see's the sofa...

~Greebo does an amazing standing leap... doing a backward flip half way through the jump... and lands on the sofa~

Hello Mr. Hawking... ~grin~... thats a jolly big gun you have there....

*a sofa drops down in the middle of a cricket match...oops...wrong sofa! a sofa drops back into the middle of the room. A Greebo [with tear-stained face] is sitting in the middle of the sofa, claws firmly embedded in the cushion. the box of doughnuts is still warm, and the milk[with straw] is ice cold, and all are 100% ok.*

HA! take THAT Mr. Schrodinger! [says Stephen Hawking as he blows the smoke from the barrel of his intellectual weapon -- which is indeed formidable]

Well, Greebo, you had better get offa that sofa before it does land you in a cricket match, the eddies in the space-time continuum are quite unreliable. Grab the doughnuts and milk, too; I brought 'em alla way from Damogran. I am sure Garibaldi didn't really mean you any harm, it's just that intellectual curiosity sometimes gets the better of those folks with a scientific 'bent'.

I promised to get Mr. Hawking back home for tea, so we must hurry off.

*dragon takes flight, leaving a whiff of chock'lit covered doughnut, and a slight odor of gunpowder behind*

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*a faint voice is heard from the vanishing dragon*

...and stay away from those Schrodinger Boxes...remember what they say curiosity does to a cat...at least 50% of the time...

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*runs up and scoops Greebo up into her arms giving her a big squeeze* oh Greebo! i was sooooo worried about you ...i am sooo happy you are safe now please, forgive me, i did not realize what sinister plan Garibaldi had in mind for you
monsy

~Greebo grins happily at all around her...~

Phew... that had me worried for a few minutes.... hmmm... bet that Garibaldi won't be back in a hurry... Me has just the thing for him...

~Greebo flexes her titanium tipped falsies~

A president walked into the lab, but no one needed him.

*places Greebo back down where she can enjoy her milk with a straw and donuts*
but of course you are needed Prez. you are always needed
monsy

What for then?
The cat is out of the tree, ambiguity is in the box where it should be,
John Cleese has taken the role of Q, all I can think of is passing
Garibaldi the UnStick-O-Liquid so he can get back on his feet.

But anyone could do that. Really

*TGU wanders in, worried look on the face, wondering about all the racket, then sees everyone seems to be fine, including Greebsy*

Oh Greebsy, I'm happy you seem to be OK, what happened to the little one? Did that nerd Gari give you any trouble? Just say the word, my little friend, and I let him experience some void

Garibaldi will get his come uppance when he makes an appearance again!!!

Hmm, I turn my back, and some ammatures, very rank ammatures at that, go and complete the experiemnt. ARGH!!!!!!

I had a nice weekend awy relaxing, hoping the my experiement would be there waiting for me, and well.....

You know what happens when you make a scientist mad?

To just make a point, we are acctually all apart of a greater experiment, and I am just waiting for my assitant to finish. For all we know we could all be dead

*the room goes silent as all eyes fall on Garibaldi...you could hear a pin drop right about now*
monsy

as in *tink*...

*Gwennie jumps at the "tink" sound... drops her weapon which fires off bursts of super glue randomly around the room.....*

Oops! Sorry peeps... What was that about being dead? Someone pinch me as I may be dreaming....

ouch!

not me, you fool!

who was that anyway?

Eeowch!! I didn't mean that hard! *Looks round accusingly* Where's that evil Garibaldi got to?

Gari, just in case you don't know..

Never muck in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup (of course, the Queen prefers mustard, but that.. well.. another story ).

'Nonnie

oh my! that ought to get him going good
monsy

Well, if someone could find Fenchurch, we would be a loyt happier.

As for dragons, they are a figment of our own imagination, if you don't believe in them then but all my calculations there is a 99.9999% chance of not seeing one