Zaphod pressed the button. Marvin turned into a bowl of petunias.
Oh no, he thought, Not again.
"Zaphod." Trillian crossed her arms.
"What?"
"We were three feet away."
"Hey! When you're president," Zaphod flashed a smile at her, put his third arm around her waist, and led her out the door, "You don't walk three feet."