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

I'm glad I went to go for some more tea

-- DoctorMO --

I think it was just a recital, not a demo.

I thought your tardis-like belly could hold any amount of s, , , etc.

event the tardis had walls (i.e limits)

-- DoctorMO --

but it could be very big...

yes... big... *mesmirised*

but not infinite, it'd have thought it was a big explosion though

-- DoctorMO --

This is not possible, Greebo could not have eaten too many s, I refuse to believe it.

It was... as she said... just a poem.

Oh well happy birthday to me! I was very buisy yesterday so it's late

-- DoctorMO --

Good. Just poem. Not prediction of what is going to happen
*looks around for somewhere to hide just in case*

Don't worry,

It's probly not a sharp cat anyway

-- DoctorMO --

Sharp cat?

claws, teeth, that sort of thing. Greebo sounds more like a relaxed feline.

why, what did you think I meant?

-- DoctorMO --

Well if it's her stomach exploding... (and haven't you heard about the prosthetic titanium claws?)

how can they be prosthetic? I thought that it was natualy grown and sharpened, but then I never see them so I don't know.

-- DoctorMO --

Well they grow naturally out of claw material, but the titanium bit is prosthetic.

next you'll be saying she has a chobham armored stomach and a smilie made with protonic nuclear material.

-- DoctorMO --

*didn't know greebo had her own smiley*

~Greebo bounds in fill of vigour... or possibly doughnuts... err... hmmm... when me thinks about it... tis probably doughnuts~

Me has titanium tipped false claws...

~Greebo shows off her claws proudly... each one slips out of their velvet sheath ~wink~... with a sharp *ting*... they glint in the light... looking utterly beautiful... yet... menacingly lethal...~

Someone ~Me shall not mention who... me is a very nice cat~ cut them off in a furum whilst me was asleep... me was so upset... that these fantastic titanium tipped false claws were made for me... ~proud grin~... they look great don't they... and they cut through most everything...

~Greebo delicately draws one claws across the bottom of the conversation....~

Oh... hmmm... maybe me shouldn't have done that...

~The cut quickly expands as the weight of those talking puts pressure on the bottom of the conversation... soon it is a gaping hole of blackness... into which everyone falls~

Opppsss... me doesn't think me REALLY should have done that!!!!

Greebs..xx

*quikly patches up thread with more thread and sharp words*

I wouldn't do that, you know how flimsy these things can be.

I like the claws anyway. very er... nice

{tuda-no feir julai} *poof*

Ah much better.

-- DoctorMO --

"{tuda-no feir julai}"

No fair!

*adds sellotape to the bottom of the thread*

*hums calmly and floats, just in case her weight brings back the gaping hole*

this should help...

{duraita furnan tu sacumar} *another poof*

*Catwoman and DoctorMO have now got feairy wings and can fly above the post so as not to damage is further*

nice.

-- DoctorMO --