I've got myself one hell of a hankering for a big party. The kind where no one is wearing pants. Who's with me?

So, heeeey, the rooster crows and midnight, yeah?

Wow. That was one Belgiumy unhoopy curse, yeah? I almost feel too dirty to mention it.

Who wants to play some Old Maid? Anyone? Somebody? I've got saltines and water, best refreshments in the world! Anyone?

[ooc: The king of hip is cursed to be the uncool, unhoopy loser. Heh]

Heeeeey.

I don't know when I won this this pleasure cruise, but this is one hoopy of a surprise. Now to track down some drinks!

Just a question...

How many other presidents and officials do we have around here? We should start our own VIP club, yeah?

Heeeey, just so you know? Zaphod Beeblebrox does not discriminates by age. Beauty comes in all years of life, yeah?

Any lady out there want to come hang with a President? I got an empty slate today that I'm willing to fill with fulfilling some lucky babe's fantasy, yeah?

An election without a Beeblebrox is like that vile Earth drink, tea:

No Fun At All.

Wait, what? There's an election?

VOTE FOR BEEBLEBROX!

...now would someone tell me what I'm running for?