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[Someone's first day aboard and would you look at that -- seems like he's already managed to trip your brand-spankin' new Flaming Filter! This is what is showing up on your screen right now if you're all filtered up:]
[If your filter isn't in place, however... The Guide pops on with an earsplitting BANG, followed by an equally earsplitting and impressive amount of lightning and paper flying right on through.
You're also being treated to something that could either be a thousand cats clawing at a chalkboard or a million Snorlaxes farting. (Spoiler: that strange blob blocking half the screen is actually a Vogon's butt.) And over all that -- a low, laughing voice.]
You're shitting me, right? Paperwork in a place like this, go ahead and pull the other one! I'm waiting.
[Screechfart, and a lot of paper-rustling and flying -- once again interrupted by whoever's talking. You only get to see one arm and what look like a couple of feathers.]
No? I'll warn you now, I've got all the time but not much of the patience. So start talking sense, you useless lump of meat.
[Flicker of lightning -- which dies down almost as soon as it begins. The Vogon lets out another piteous and disgusting noise. This time, his answer is even lower, less controlled; hissed, in fact.]
... 'Tch. So that's the joke this time, is it.
[Another muffled BANG before Vogon buttdial terminates the transmission.]
[OOC: Replies will be ICly delayed due to Vogon butt.]
[If your filter isn't in place, however... The Guide pops on with an earsplitting BANG, followed by an equally earsplitting and impressive amount of lightning and paper flying right on through.
You're also being treated to something that could either be a thousand cats clawing at a chalkboard or a million Snorlaxes farting. (Spoiler: that strange blob blocking half the screen is actually a Vogon's butt.) And over all that -- a low, laughing voice.]
You're shitting me, right? Paperwork in a place like this, go ahead and pull the other one! I'm waiting.
[Screechfart, and a lot of paper-rustling and flying -- once again interrupted by whoever's talking. You only get to see one arm and what look like a couple of feathers.]
No? I'll warn you now, I've got all the time but not much of the patience. So start talking sense, you useless lump of meat.
[Flicker of lightning -- which dies down almost as soon as it begins. The Vogon lets out another piteous and disgusting noise. This time, his answer is even lower, less controlled; hissed, in fact.]
... 'Tch. So that's the joke this time, is it.
[Another muffled BANG before Vogon buttdial terminates the transmission.]
[OOC: Replies will be ICly delayed due to Vogon butt.]