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[stranded_ford]

Plunk.

Plunk.

Plunk.Ford Prefect sighed and dug around in his satchel. He wanted music, but the jukebox wasn't in a cooperative mood. He had attempted sweet talking it, threatening it, and even attempted taking the thing apart to reprogram it, but all in vain. The jukebox remained exasperatingly silent

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[endlessdel]

"yOU'RE biG AGAiN," Delirium said watching him dance. It was like all the dances that lived inside her head personified in Ford. It was very peachy keen. Delirium put her drink of water down on a table and climbed, with some difficulty onto an opposing couch. She was getting rather ungainly as she got bigger, stupid body. No wonder Despair was so grumpy all the time. "i ThiNK i LikE you bETTER biggER, iT MEANS i caN PLAY wiTH yOUR MinD AND makE you sCREAM. CAn i maKE you scrEAM, iT'LL Be fuN!"

[stranded_ford]

"I don't know, hoopy lady." Ford gave a twirl, then went back to a good old reliable shimmy. He prided himself on his dancing, he'd even gotten an award for it. The fact that the award was given to him just to make him stop was an easily ignored fact. "What kind of screaming are we talking about here?"

[endlessdel]

"tHE best kind," Delirium said in answer to his question with a small and slightly eerie smile. She replied to his twirl and shimmy with a timewarp and a 'we love to boogie' move. "thE kiND WEre i taKE OFF Your trOUSERS aND GO and sEE The STARS anD foRGET who i aM for a whiLe. oR i coULD do the pEELing off YOUR SKin, crEEPY CRAWLY kind but thEN i'd gET into TROUBLE."

[stranded_ford]

"Hmmm..." Ford weighed his options carefully, starting to try to match some of Del's moves. "I don't know... Let's start with the first kind of screaming for now and see where it all goes from there." He contemplatively moonwalked across the rec-room. "How's that sound to you? Hoopy?"

[endlessdel]

"pEACHy KEen spACeman," Delirium said holding out her hands for him to help her down. Being pregnant was starting to be quite a drag especially when it meant she couldn't climb trees and tell them her deepest secrets. "i'M GOiNG TO TUrn YOU insidE OUT, iT'LL BE neat. wELL it woN'T MostLY it'LL BE SquiShy and a MESS."

[stranded_ford]

"Great." Ford helped her down of the couch, then kept right on boogying. "Just so long as we don't get the mess on the shoes. I like these shoes. Got them in New York."