The Question of the Answer
DISCLAIMER: I am making no money off of this, and this site isn't either. This is purely fan-fiction written by a weird person who has absolutely nothing better to do than write this stuff. I don't own Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy or anything associated with it. Doulgas Adams is the genius behind it all. My pathetic little Don Marvellano is mine, however. No touchie.
Don Marvellano stood, goggles over his face and gloves on his hands, over a set of steaming test tubes, funnels, beakers, Bunsen burners, and an assortment of other experimentational scientific apparatus. His aim--to find the cure for the dreaded disease of Tumoochglee, which, at the moment, was effecting the entire population of the planet Smarlwold of the Dsineyalnd galaxy. As of yet, however, the great Marvellano was unsuccessful. His attempts to add a meager grain of rice to the great plate of knowledge were feeble at best, if not completely and utterly futile. Nevertheless, he kept his hopes up lest he actually manage to discover the truth.
Today Don Marvellano was just as eager as ever he had been over these past three years of tedious, unyielding work. He was also just as far as ever from finding the cure for Tumoochglee which he so dutifully, ravishingly, and painstakingly he sought. All of a sudden, though, as he poked at the sollppios and nuf in his test tubes, a state of horror and shock sank into his eyes.
"I...I found it!" he exclaimed, dumbstruck. He continued to stare at the unresponsive liquids in the beaker, which he had just mixed together.
"I've found what so many men have tried and failed to find," Don Marvellano began in a monologue of a soliloquy. "I have found what so many men have died searching for, what so many men have wrecked their lives seeking, what scientists have been pursuing for thousands upon thousand of millennia...here it is, in my very hand!"
Here he took a deep breath before pronouncing grandly: "I've found the question to the answer of the meaning of life! That which for the answer is 42!" Marvellano was ecstatic. "The question for the answer...the question for the answer is--"
But he was rudely interrupted, sadly, by the apparently spontaneous combustion of his planet. Shame on those Vogons.