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

Yes you are.

I've replied.

Not got that far yet, just the bar. You seen anything?

I had cake so I got to sleep before daybreak this time.

I'm about to nip off and reply now, read them though.

I think I was too late to catch anything, just had a look at the recent stuff but it's mostly 'delivery's.

You had cake?

Good, good.

It's best to flood with trivialities, then people don't go through your backlog.

Yep. Twas lovely.

Done, done.

It works, after you read one thread you just can't be arsed going all the way down that page again.

So much for giving up then. Do you have some for tonight too?

About time.

Why do you think there's no conversation link? Crafty? Just a little.

It was a temporary thing. Enough for one little spliff. You still got your lump?

I was going as fast as I can.

Oh, the one he kept meaning to put up but got sidetracked plastering billboards? It must be a pain for him too, obsessive behaviour.

Was it from your scrag-end tin or did you get some more? I always have a lump in my pocket, do you want some?

Type faster.

I thought he had said he'd put it up. Not gimmicky enough I suspect. Oooo another game?

Suzie gave me a wee bit to get me by. Yes please.

I'm trying Sir. I was having lunch.

That's another point, maybe he just enjoys flicking down his work of art a hundred times a day. Alright, but you're the nursey so you're doing the sponge-bathing.

Good ol Suzie. So how am I gonna get it to you?

Well don't!

You can almost see him admiring it everytime he hits the "My Space" link.

*spits on hands*

You ready?

You have my address. Just pop up for a visit.

Did you reply to the last one?

Yep, chuckling away at his viewer tag ingenuity. Meow, I like this...

"grimaces"

The things I do for a cheap laugh...go on then, do your worst.

It's a bit late noo, I'll pop through tomorrow.

The last one, what?

And admiring the table colours AND the lovely pictures.

*snaps on marigolds*

STRIP!!!

Alright, I'll have a cuppa waiting.

Email, disnae matter noo.

Then, as he gets to the end, drooling over his vast array of sparkly entries.

Well, it's not midnight yet, but alright...

"tosses knickers away"

Yeah, you still be in bloody bed and I'll have to knock you up.

Err... I should probably rephrase that. Bugger it.

It is now.

*chin hits floor*

Tasty.
*gets out ice-cubes*

My Da would let you in, after the initial scaring.

Oi! I wanted to be funny there.

It is.

"covers modesty with one hand"

You better be willing to warm me up after.

Yeah, I'm sure he would.

You'll have other chances.

Goody.

*does same*

*touches neck with icecube*

*protects eyes*

Bring a toolbox and pretend to be a cable engineer.

Eek! Sounds like a porn plot...

Stop waving that fork around, I'm a little exposed.

"does opposite"

Yelp!

Stick your glasses on.

Hey that's a good idea, where is your box? You know, just so the engineer knows.

You never know you're luck.

I'll bet you had to type carefully then.

Is that with waxing?

*drops icecube*

Err, I've dropped it. Can you see it anywhere?

Right next to the TV, in my bedroom, left at the top of the stairs.

Yeah, I might get that sink fixed.

Nearly typed 'frock'. Heaven forbid.

Nah, that dies down the day after.

"scrambles around on all fours"

Nope, can't see it. Do you think maybe it melted?

All those engineers and still the cobwebs.

Or something else fixed.

*drops icecube down back*

Neat site btw.

They saw me in the morning.

You dust up after too?

"drops ice-cube down crotch"

Thought you might be needing that.