Disclaimer: The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy and its characters aren't mine or anything. But since Douglas Adams is sorta deceased, do I really need to be putting this on here?
Author's notes: Like I said, I wrote this 2 years ago for an English assignment in skool. That's why it's not like my other fics. Basically a sillyfic, but I had to give it a plot, dangit. Plots are no fun.
~The Stinky Shoes of the Universe -- Chapter One~
Somewhere in the universe, on a small obscure world, located somewhere in the middle of nowhere--nowhere to be found at least--since it's protected by a vast field of unprobability, lives a strange, middle-aged woman. Because of this unprobability field, barely anyone comes to visit her. She is the keeper of many creatures, one of which is very destructive (I would describe its appearance, but it's too horrible to reveal at this time), so this planet is a very messy one. It just happens that this woman is also the keeper of The Stinky Shoes of the Universe, as people call it (rather the stinkiest shoes in the universe), one of the greatest sights to see, pointed out in The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy (along with Eccentrica Gallumbits of Eroticon 6--FOR SOME PEOPLE--but let's not get into that subject). The story doesn't start out here, but it's useful information. This is the real story:
~*~
Aboard the starship Heart of Gold (the first and only starship to be powered by the latest technological advancement, the Improbability Drive), Zaphod Beeblebrox, Ford Prefect, and Arthur Dent were enjoying a round of Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters and were having a REALLY good time.
Man, Zaphod, we're having a REALLY good time, huh?" enthused Ford.
Zaphod managed to mumble something that seemed to be a response, when Eddie, the main control computer of the starship (aka The Brains of the Operation), chimed in, "Having a REALLY good time or not, it's not safe to drink and fly; you could blow one of your heads off, and you need as many brains as you can get."
"Aww, shut up, you technical difficulty!" responded Zaphod, half aware of what Eddie had just said, but he figured it was all an insult and not a warning. It registered when his Peril-Sensitive Sunglasses went black, and he thought, "Oh, dude! It was a warning!!!"
Forgetting he had an ego the size of Jupiter and the REALLY good time, he took the sunglasses off just in time to see a supernova less than ten yards away from them. As the supernova was sending them straight into a black-hole, Arthur mumbled miserably, "Well, there goes the REALLY good time."
Author's notes: Like I said, I wrote this 2 years ago for an English assignment in skool. That's why it's not like my other fics. Basically a sillyfic, but I had to give it a plot, dangit. Plots are no fun.
~The Stinky Shoes of the Universe -- Chapter One~
Somewhere in the universe, on a small obscure world, located somewhere in the middle of nowhere--nowhere to be found at least--since it's protected by a vast field of unprobability, lives a strange, middle-aged woman. Because of this unprobability field, barely anyone comes to visit her. She is the keeper of many creatures, one of which is very destructive (I would describe its appearance, but it's too horrible to reveal at this time), so this planet is a very messy one. It just happens that this woman is also the keeper of The Stinky Shoes of the Universe, as people call it (rather the stinkiest shoes in the universe), one of the greatest sights to see, pointed out in The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy (along with Eccentrica Gallumbits of Eroticon 6--FOR SOME PEOPLE--but let's not get into that subject). The story doesn't start out here, but it's useful information. This is the real story:
~*~
Aboard the starship Heart of Gold (the first and only starship to be powered by the latest technological advancement, the Improbability Drive), Zaphod Beeblebrox, Ford Prefect, and Arthur Dent were enjoying a round of Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters and were having a REALLY good time.
Man, Zaphod, we're having a REALLY good time, huh?" enthused Ford.
Zaphod managed to mumble something that seemed to be a response, when Eddie, the main control computer of the starship (aka The Brains of the Operation), chimed in, "Having a REALLY good time or not, it's not safe to drink and fly; you could blow one of your heads off, and you need as many brains as you can get."
"Aww, shut up, you technical difficulty!" responded Zaphod, half aware of what Eddie had just said, but he figured it was all an insult and not a warning. It registered when his Peril-Sensitive Sunglasses went black, and he thought, "Oh, dude! It was a warning!!!"
Forgetting he had an ego the size of Jupiter and the REALLY good time, he took the sunglasses off just in time to see a supernova less than ten yards away from them. As the supernova was sending them straight into a black-hole, Arthur mumbled miserably, "Well, there goes the REALLY good time."