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Two. Zarking. Months.
Hell, maybe more than that. Zaphod really isn't all that sure about anything to do with time these days--except with how slowly or quickly it whiles away while he bounces a Superball off the ceiling and grins unnervingly at the guards.
Jail really ins't all that bad. Hell, he's been there more than once before, just--not for two months at a stretch. But on the other hand--two months? A very, very good sign.
It means those five people hadn't a clue what had hit them.
And that the forms he'd signed way back when?
He'll give them another hour.
And while he waits, he grins.
Hell, maybe more than that. Zaphod really isn't all that sure about anything to do with time these days--except with how slowly or quickly it whiles away while he bounces a Superball off the ceiling and grins unnervingly at the guards.
Jail really ins't all that bad. Hell, he's been there more than once before, just--not for two months at a stretch. But on the other hand--two months? A very, very good sign.
It means those five people hadn't a clue what had hit them.
And that the forms he'd signed way back when?
He'll give them another hour.
And while he waits, he grins.