Dear Douglas Adams,
Your humor is quite intriguing.
You make me laugh until I cry.
I think you're very funny even if I don't know why.
What have you got against Thursday?
Why do you love digital watches?
Or even more yet, what is with you and towels?
The answer of life, the universe, and everything is forty-two.
Where do you come up with this stuff?
If I only knew.
The ship was making coffee.
It took it long enough.
Until then it would not move while it was being shot at by vogons.
Who could possibly come up with this stuff?
I know you're not a moron.
The cricket playing robot from the planet Kricket comes down to fight.
You even made time to mention that Marvin hates the night.
Arthur Dent was taken by his alien friend Ford Prefect when the earth was blown away.
The terrible deed was carried out by vogons on a fateful Thursday.
Now Arthur travels space where he is to stay.
Tell me where you come up with this stuff, oh mighty Douglas Adams.
Perhaps the answer to which I seek is forty-two,
Or maybe it's more than I can fathom.
A fan to remember,
Spider-Matt