42nd Post

16 Feb

6 Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster please bartender, I fully intend on rocking out!

ZaphodThats not beetroot juice in my beard, I’m just happy to see you. Wanna see my spaceship?

…The renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.
“Freedom,” he said aloud.
Trillian came on to the bridge at that point and said several enthusiastic things on the subject of freedom.
“I can’t cope with it,” Zaphod said darkly, and sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn’t yet reported on the condition of the first. He looked uncertainly at both of her and preferred the one on the right.
He poured a drink down his other throat with the plan that it would head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it, and together they would get the second to pull itself together. Then all three would go off in search of the first, give it a good talking to and maybe a bit of a sing as well.
He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink had understood all that, so he sent down a fifth to explain the plan more fully and a sixth for moral support.

TYFYT

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One Response to “42nd Post”

  1. Christopher Hagedorn February 19, 2010 at 9:33 pm #

    Ah, ha, ha haaa!

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