A/N: Please r/r I love reviews! Who doesn't? Oh and I also forgot to
put a disclaimer on the first chapter so here's me saying I own nothing!
except some of the jokes and you know it's possible even I don't own
them... but you know that's highly unlikely. Am I getting of topic?
Yes, I think I am so basically I don't own anything. Buh-bye now.
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"We're about to land." Ford announced, even though there was only one
other person that he could be talking to.
"Please do not move from your current position." A voice told the two
passengers. "We're preparing to get your drinks."
"Did we order drinks?" Arthur asks Ford.
"No, I don't think so but you have to remember this ship decideds things
on it's own..."
"Ok."
"Please do not move from your current position."
"It's likes to say that doesn't it?"
"Shhhh! I think we're landing."
"We're preparing to wash the floor."
"Wash the floor?" Arthur was vyer confused.
"I told you it decideds things on it's own."
Just then two glasses popped out of a nearby table. They were filled
with a bright purple liquid. Arthur made a face.
"Ugh! What is that?" Ford was just as disgusted as Arthur.
"Just drink it. We made it for you." The voice sounded as parental as
a monotonous voice could.
"I'm not drinking anything that comes out of this ship that isn't the
right color."
"Fine." The voice sounded slightly pissed.
The glasses sank into the table. Arthur sat back but Ford was not in a
relaxing mood.
"When are we going to land?"
"Well there are certain priorities," The ship said while water gushed
out of vents across the tile floor, "that must be attended to--"
Ford cut the ship off, "PRIORITIES?! Oh yeah I can completely see how
drinks and clean floors are among the major things we need to get done."
"No need to get snappy." The ship sassed. It sounded quite indignant.
"can we just land?" Ford pleaded.
"Fine." Finished the ship huffily.
"Please do not move from your current position. We are preparing to land."
put a disclaimer on the first chapter so here's me saying I own nothing!
except some of the jokes and you know it's possible even I don't own
them... but you know that's highly unlikely. Am I getting of topic?
Yes, I think I am so basically I don't own anything. Buh-bye now.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
"We're about to land." Ford announced, even though there was only one
other person that he could be talking to.
"Please do not move from your current position." A voice told the two
passengers. "We're preparing to get your drinks."
"Did we order drinks?" Arthur asks Ford.
"No, I don't think so but you have to remember this ship decideds things
on it's own..."
"Ok."
"Please do not move from your current position."
"It's likes to say that doesn't it?"
"Shhhh! I think we're landing."
"We're preparing to wash the floor."
"Wash the floor?" Arthur was vyer confused.
"I told you it decideds things on it's own."
Just then two glasses popped out of a nearby table. They were filled
with a bright purple liquid. Arthur made a face.
"Ugh! What is that?" Ford was just as disgusted as Arthur.
"Just drink it. We made it for you." The voice sounded as parental as
a monotonous voice could.
"I'm not drinking anything that comes out of this ship that isn't the
right color."
"Fine." The voice sounded slightly pissed.
The glasses sank into the table. Arthur sat back but Ford was not in a
relaxing mood.
"When are we going to land?"
"Well there are certain priorities," The ship said while water gushed
out of vents across the tile floor, "that must be attended to--"
Ford cut the ship off, "PRIORITIES?! Oh yeah I can completely see how
drinks and clean floors are among the major things we need to get done."
"No need to get snappy." The ship sassed. It sounded quite indignant.
"can we just land?" Ford pleaded.
"Fine." Finished the ship huffily.
"Please do not move from your current position. We are preparing to land."