Hi. This is my first Hitchhiker's Guide fic. I am not used to it. So don't
flame me. Please.
Disclaimer: Wish I owned it. But I don't. Sometimes I dream I'm Trillian, but hey, that's just my strange self. I only own Thelma.
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"Please park your cruiser here." Marvin's voice echoed across the garage of Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
He plugged himself in to a nearby ship. Had he cared, he would have noticed that it was the best cruiser in the whole parking lot. It was completely black, except for a neon green flame slicing across the middle of it. The inside was all black, except for the comfortable leather seats, which were also neon green. It was one pretty ship.
"Life?" He muttered. "Don't talk to me about life. Here I am, the brain the size of a planet, and I've been parking cars for 3, 975, 864, 532 years."
"I've got it worse than you have," A dull, gloomy, female voice met his ears. "I've got a brain the size of a planet, and I've had to wash clothes for the past 4 billion years."
Marvin swiveled around, which is very unusual for him. "So? I've had to open doors for primitive ape-men."
The lady robot frowned at him, even though she had been frowning already. "Well, I've had to squash bugs for dog-aliens."
Marvin said, "And I've had to make coffee for stupid people."
"So we both have it bad. I've killed spaceships with my complaining before," She said. "And I am Thelma."
"So have I. And I am Marvin. And I think I've actually found something I like." Marvin replied. "What is that?" Thelma asked, not really caring.
"You."
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Strange, isn't it? Please don't flame me for being such a bad writer. I tried, ok? So please R&R.
Disclaimer: Wish I owned it. But I don't. Sometimes I dream I'm Trillian, but hey, that's just my strange self. I only own Thelma.
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"Please park your cruiser here." Marvin's voice echoed across the garage of Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
He plugged himself in to a nearby ship. Had he cared, he would have noticed that it was the best cruiser in the whole parking lot. It was completely black, except for a neon green flame slicing across the middle of it. The inside was all black, except for the comfortable leather seats, which were also neon green. It was one pretty ship.
"Life?" He muttered. "Don't talk to me about life. Here I am, the brain the size of a planet, and I've been parking cars for 3, 975, 864, 532 years."
"I've got it worse than you have," A dull, gloomy, female voice met his ears. "I've got a brain the size of a planet, and I've had to wash clothes for the past 4 billion years."
Marvin swiveled around, which is very unusual for him. "So? I've had to open doors for primitive ape-men."
The lady robot frowned at him, even though she had been frowning already. "Well, I've had to squash bugs for dog-aliens."
Marvin said, "And I've had to make coffee for stupid people."
"So we both have it bad. I've killed spaceships with my complaining before," She said. "And I am Thelma."
"So have I. And I am Marvin. And I think I've actually found something I like." Marvin replied. "What is that?" Thelma asked, not really caring.
"You."
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Strange, isn't it? Please don't flame me for being such a bad writer. I tried, ok? So please R&R.