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Flash! Bang! And the Shatterverse gains a confused-looking man in a large tartan dressing gown, whose English accent, as shall be shortly observed, could cut glass.
...this isn't Magrathea. Not unless he's somehow managed to stumble onto a third point in its history that by a staggering coincidence happens to strongly resemble, of all places, Blackpool pier. In a state that is somewhat the worse for wear, because he's fairly sure that Blackpool isn't meant to be the country's number one exporter of free-range matchsticks.
Wait.
Blackpool.
Ergo, Earth.
...
"Good lord."
...this isn't Magrathea. Not unless he's somehow managed to stumble onto a third point in its history that by a staggering coincidence happens to strongly resemble, of all places, Blackpool pier. In a state that is somewhat the worse for wear, because he's fairly sure that Blackpool isn't meant to be the country's number one exporter of free-range matchsticks.
Wait.
Blackpool.
Ergo, Earth.
...
"Good lord."