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It might be a *bit* cheating ...bethosJuly 21 2004, 16:23:25 UTC
Zaphod Beeblebrox would never do anything as completely uncool as to mope.
He might brood, possibly. But certainly not long enough to cause anyone to worry about him. Just long enough to appear cool and broody.
Ford Prefect would never worry about anything, least of all Zaphod. He would certainly never check up on him while he wasn't moping.
That meant that finding an opening gambit for a conversation that wasn't taking place presented some difficulty, which, happily, Ford was prevented from dealing with upon his entrance of Zaphod's room.
"Why," Ford asked, in a tone of studied unconcern, "is there a blue donkey in here?"
One of Zaphod's heads looked away from the magazine he held and glanced at the donkey, noting its presence for the first time. "Well, it's more purple."
Ford nodded, as though everything was in order now. "Ah."
Zaphod returned his attention to the magazine. There was a holo-picture of himself on the cover.
"Want to get some drinks?" Ford asked cheerfully. Other people might have said, “Want to get a drink?” But Ford Prefect knew his audience.
Both of Zaphod's heads grinned. "Yeah."
Zaphod tossed the magazine aside and rolled off his bed.
Thus abandoned, the purplish donkey blinked in mournful confusion as the Improbability Drive engaged and it was winked back into the nonexistence from whence it came.
He might brood, possibly. But certainly not long enough to cause anyone to worry about him. Just long enough to appear cool and broody.
Ford Prefect would never worry about anything, least of all Zaphod. He would certainly never check up on him while he wasn't moping.
That meant that finding an opening gambit for a conversation that wasn't taking place presented some difficulty, which, happily, Ford was prevented from dealing with upon his entrance of Zaphod's room.
"Why," Ford asked, in a tone of studied unconcern, "is there a blue donkey in here?"
One of Zaphod's heads looked away from the magazine he held and glanced at the donkey, noting its presence for the first time. "Well, it's more purple."
Ford nodded, as though everything was in order now. "Ah."
Zaphod returned his attention to the magazine. There was a holo-picture of himself on the cover.
"Want to get some drinks?" Ford asked cheerfully. Other people might have said, “Want to get a drink?” But Ford Prefect knew his audience.
Both of Zaphod's heads grinned. "Yeah."
Zaphod tossed the magazine aside and rolled off his bed.
Thus abandoned, the purplish donkey blinked in mournful confusion as the Improbability Drive engaged and it was winked back into the nonexistence from whence it came.
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