Two rogues out looking for some trouble

[galactic_prez]

Zaphod bounds aboard the ship and sprints into the cockpit, tossing his half-eaten box of cereal towards the general direction of the pantry.

"Eddie!"

"Hey, boss, it's a beautiful day out and I am feeling just so good! Got something for me?"

"Never mind that, Eddie, get the ship ready to take off, and aim for Sector GammaBeta 8, got it?"

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[onehoopyprefect]

Ford slips in through the open hatch. His overstuffed satchel seems to be clinking.

"Hey there, froods! Let's find us someplace less wierd than here, and fix it!"

[galactic_prez]

Zaphod points at Ford. "Right on! Man after my own heart. Alright, Eddie, take us away."

"Away?" Eddie hedges slightly. "Couldn't you be a little more specific?"

Zaphod is too busy rummaging through Ford's satchel to pay much attention. "You heard the man. Somewhere less weird than here."

Eddie sighs. "Well, alright," he agrees, a trifle testily. "Hold on, then."

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford shuffles the satchel off of his shoulder, with Zaphod still going through it.

"You must have made quite an impression with that Bar. All I did was say that I was going on a trip with Zaphod Beeblebrox, and we'd need a picnic lunch. All of a sudden, half a dozen different liquor bottles appear on the bar! What the photon have you been up to back there?"

[galactic_prez]

He glances up, looking shifty, one arm still working away busily inside the satchel.

"Ford, I must say I am astonished at the accusation inherent in that question. I have been up to absolutely nothing, except chatting with Bar a little bit here and there. She likes to feel appreciated, you know. Aha!"

He pulls out a bluish-green bottle containing a deceptively innocent-looking liquid. "Here we are." As the ship accelerates, he busies himself with fixing a few drinks over at the bar.