Anyone for a really good cup of tea?

Cuthbert

"Ah, yes," Ford says. "Here we are. Let me give you the co-ordinates."

Ford then does a double take on The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe tells him is the coordinates.

"Heh, looks like it would be better to try to drop us off at a convenient spot than take us all the way there," he blinks, not having realized just how far off Milliways was from this current spot they are (according to readouts).

"Not like we'd wish to overstay our visit," I jib, poking a little fun at our unwilling Vogon host. "I'm sure."

"Rather too late for that, sir!" the Vogon snaps.

Rather unpleasant chap, this captain. Can see just why Ford is so keen on getting to a convenient drop off point.

Let's not go into the horrid smell the good captain has. Yes, to a convenient drop off point we should get to . . .

And at a guess from the small klaxxon going off, that convenient point (the Heart of Gold) has just arrived.

In a few moments, one of the bridgecrew (or whatever) reports that a distress call is being broadcasted. Urgent cry of help, the signal says. Drive trouble and tumbling out of control.

"I can't be bothered," the Captain sneers, only to have that sneer falter a bit with what I have to say on that matter.

"Oh, but you can," I smile, emphasizing the point with a small cough and gesture to certain things pointed his way. "You're going to be VERY generous today and lend your fellow space travellers a helping hand! MY aren't you the generous one!"

Not that he has a choice in the matter...

He sees reason (in as far as what'll happen if he contradicts me). Which in a way is unfortunate, really. Yes, we have enough funds to perhaps pay for a meal, but I want to do something a bit MORE to safegaurd Earth in this universe. But that's looking to be a tall order!

Or perhaps not. God only knows where things will go now that we've stepped into the picture.

...

Ah, nevermind! Hadn't been too keen on the plan of hocking a spacehip anyway (even from murderous bastards like this), anyway. Thought it was going to happen, Vogon's being Vogons as I'd read but it appears that these blokes aren't as dense as in the book. we could just take it and be done with it, but that . . . wouldn't be proper, really, as stupid as that sounds. The Vogon's aren't guilty of trying to finish off the Earth, yet! If that, then I'll not even blink putting an end to them, but....

Oh well! Later! Too early to even think about saving a world. We need to save something else, first. First things first, and that's rescue and repair!

"This just isn't done," the Vogon captain grumbles, ordering his ship to intercept. "What's the universe coming too, hitchhiker's drawing weapons on hard working Vogons? It's totally absurd!"

Artizza

"No," I correct the creature. "Absurdity is expecting Earth to have been able to . . . Ah, why am I bothering!"

It's absurd to think that such an entity which would destroy a world would care one wit about the fact that that "properly posted" notice of the Earth's impending doom could be reached by them. What with this world's technology being rather strained at even getting to their Moon. Let's not talk about getting to the stars in enough time and back to lodge a protest and all that. Point is, the Vogon captain just didn't care. He had a job to do and to Hell with everything else, basically.

Can see Cuthbert's point about this guy. But right now, there's another important matter to take care of! If Cuthbert's right, it'll put the distressed ship to right instantly, as absurd as it'll sound here!

1. "How's the tea coming along?" I call over to my husband, Fertal!

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