Well, this is the first fic I've posted on here… and I have to say it's not my favorite. Oh well, it's the only one I've actually completed a few chapters of, so.. here goes! It's set after series 3 in the Boosh, and after series 2 in the HHGTTG radio series.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own the HHGTTG, or the Boosh, or Rob McKenna or... well if you don't recognise it, its not mine.
The heavy fog cleared a little, seeping through the street corners like some stalker but in fog form.
In a dark alleyway stood a solitary figure wearing a long black coat and top hat.
He grinned a little as he noticed a large car approaching in the rain, marked "McKenna's all weather Haulage"
Rob McKenna was sitting in his car, grumbling as usual about the torrent of rain that was always following him everywhere. He hadn't seen the sun for at least a year now. Rob had started to write down the different types of rain he had encountered, because he had heard that Eskimo's had over 100 different words for snow, and he didn't see why it should be different for rain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the figure in the dark. or, more specifically, he glimpsed the man's thumb.
he sighed. More Hitchhikers. He had almost decided he'd had enough of those people. After that last hitchhiker, who would just not shut up about her family… or at least until he dumped her outside. but to be fair, Rob was tired, bored and didn't really care, so he stopped for the man.
The man's smile grew wider as the car stopped for him, and he stepped out of the alleyway and into the light of a street lamp, revealing an evil glint in the one eye that Rob could see. A large polo mint covered the other eye.
Rob nodded as arkwardly as is possible for a grumpy scotsman.
Yeah, I know it's too short... but there's more to come... ooohh... tension...
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