Some time after
this, when all the loose ends have been tied off, mopped up and so on, Guppy takes a break and heads into the main bar.
This is definitely one for his scrap book of most bizarre evenings in Milliways. Or it would be, if he ever actually had time to make a scrap book.
He nips upstairs to change out of the sopping wet stuff he is covered in, leaves his mobile to dry out on his desk, then comes down again.
He flops on a sofa and asks a waitrat to bring him a cup of tea.