A/N: SALUTATIONS.thanks for the reviews guys! Glad you like my story so
far, it's gonna be a long one. I didn't think I was doing that well in the
story, but now that I have (two) fans I feel obliged to continue this
froody fic. Ah I love saying that.
With one head leaning lazily to one side, and the other looking about as if to expect something, Zaphod Beeblebrox was not about to give up.
He, as anyone who's anyone would know, is cool.
In fact, even the people who aren't even someone, let alone anyone, know he's cool. If you looked up "cool" in the Encyclopedia Galactica, it would tell you to refer to "Zaphod Beeblebrox" which, in turn, would tell you to refer to "cool" again so you might as well just turn to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Anyway the point is, Zaphod was cool, and he knew it, and so did everybody else who knew him.
"Hey, come on Tril, could we.land this ship for a bit? I gotta take a break."
"What for?"
"A guy's gotta keep his cool, right? Believe me, I need a rest from this ship. It's amazing alright, but all this improbability's making me go zany."
"Are you crazy?" inquired Trillian, then wondered why she inquired such an obvious inquiring.
"No, just zany."
"Zaphod, everybody's after us! Ah you have got to be kidding me."
No, I'm too cool to be rejected, thought Zaphod. Usually the synopsis for his self-coolness was thought and/or said with more cleverness and elaboration, but "too cool" described his self-coolness quite well indeed. There would normally be something like "I'm so hot, Hot Desiato's sun dives couldn't dive past me," or "I am so froody, it takes thirty-ONE Altarian Dollars for me to be purchased," and other lame quotes of the sort.
Smooth cat. I can do this, hey. Yeah.
"Trillian, baby."
As the three-armed President began approaching Tricia, she generously lent some of her attention to random controls on the ship. The controls of the ship didn't feel like taking her attention all that much right now.
"Have I told you how beautifully brown your eyes are today?"
This was how he got her the first time. This was how she ended up here. This was why she wasn't back on Earth (which now does not exist) showing up for a popular news report in New York (which is also not existing) with an anchorman owning a peculiar Brooklyn accent (who, also, isn't existing).
"No. You never do."
"Well, I am now, right?"
He, with his coolness, slid his hands around her waist and stared her down with one pair of eyes, smiling and grinning like one who's trying to persuade a human to land a ship, all in a smooth manner.
"Trillian, remember when I first met you?"
"Yeah. What does this have to do with anything?"
"Well, because, I hardly remember. But that's not it. You were the finest most lusciously gorgeous looking human there. At that party. I wouldn't have asked any other girl even if the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon VI was there. You are so amazingly smart, too, man, I'd pay to see a human with more devastating intelligence than you."
Oh, nice. Hehah.
"And that body," complimented Zaphod, shifting his hands a little, "Zooowwwweee. Even the eternally swerving frame of the Universe isn't as curved as you'll be."
'Come on don't give in, what's wrong with you, you're smarter than this,' repeated Trillian to herself, who was now rather ticked at the controls for not taking her attention. 'Sure he's wildly handsome, and sure he's fun, but, God, is he stupid. You'll get caught by the law, you know it. What is it that's so strangely attractive about two heads?'
"Just a little landing. Nothing big."
"But why do you need to get away from this ship so badly?"
"I just do, you know? I can't explain it babe."
"Neither can I," informed his other head.
"Well.it's quite a risk."
Adjusting his two hands on her waist, he took his third arm to use a finger on it to run down her jaw line and perform some other fancy romantic thing.
'Creepy' thought Trillian, 'but.amazing.'
Sighing internally, Tricia closed her eyes, looked up at him again, and licked her lips.
"Fine, Zaphod, we'll stop for a bit. Maybe I can find a hidden sector or something."
Yes. Zappo. So amazing. I am good. Getting froodier by the nano-second.
Arthur sat in a corner of the ship, twitching and muttering at the fact of how much he wanted tea.
With one head leaning lazily to one side, and the other looking about as if to expect something, Zaphod Beeblebrox was not about to give up.
He, as anyone who's anyone would know, is cool.
In fact, even the people who aren't even someone, let alone anyone, know he's cool. If you looked up "cool" in the Encyclopedia Galactica, it would tell you to refer to "Zaphod Beeblebrox" which, in turn, would tell you to refer to "cool" again so you might as well just turn to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Anyway the point is, Zaphod was cool, and he knew it, and so did everybody else who knew him.
"Hey, come on Tril, could we.land this ship for a bit? I gotta take a break."
"What for?"
"A guy's gotta keep his cool, right? Believe me, I need a rest from this ship. It's amazing alright, but all this improbability's making me go zany."
"Are you crazy?" inquired Trillian, then wondered why she inquired such an obvious inquiring.
"No, just zany."
"Zaphod, everybody's after us! Ah you have got to be kidding me."
No, I'm too cool to be rejected, thought Zaphod. Usually the synopsis for his self-coolness was thought and/or said with more cleverness and elaboration, but "too cool" described his self-coolness quite well indeed. There would normally be something like "I'm so hot, Hot Desiato's sun dives couldn't dive past me," or "I am so froody, it takes thirty-ONE Altarian Dollars for me to be purchased," and other lame quotes of the sort.
Smooth cat. I can do this, hey. Yeah.
"Trillian, baby."
As the three-armed President began approaching Tricia, she generously lent some of her attention to random controls on the ship. The controls of the ship didn't feel like taking her attention all that much right now.
"Have I told you how beautifully brown your eyes are today?"
This was how he got her the first time. This was how she ended up here. This was why she wasn't back on Earth (which now does not exist) showing up for a popular news report in New York (which is also not existing) with an anchorman owning a peculiar Brooklyn accent (who, also, isn't existing).
"No. You never do."
"Well, I am now, right?"
He, with his coolness, slid his hands around her waist and stared her down with one pair of eyes, smiling and grinning like one who's trying to persuade a human to land a ship, all in a smooth manner.
"Trillian, remember when I first met you?"
"Yeah. What does this have to do with anything?"
"Well, because, I hardly remember. But that's not it. You were the finest most lusciously gorgeous looking human there. At that party. I wouldn't have asked any other girl even if the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon VI was there. You are so amazingly smart, too, man, I'd pay to see a human with more devastating intelligence than you."
Oh, nice. Hehah.
"And that body," complimented Zaphod, shifting his hands a little, "Zooowwwweee. Even the eternally swerving frame of the Universe isn't as curved as you'll be."
'Come on don't give in, what's wrong with you, you're smarter than this,' repeated Trillian to herself, who was now rather ticked at the controls for not taking her attention. 'Sure he's wildly handsome, and sure he's fun, but, God, is he stupid. You'll get caught by the law, you know it. What is it that's so strangely attractive about two heads?'
"Just a little landing. Nothing big."
"But why do you need to get away from this ship so badly?"
"I just do, you know? I can't explain it babe."
"Neither can I," informed his other head.
"Well.it's quite a risk."
Adjusting his two hands on her waist, he took his third arm to use a finger on it to run down her jaw line and perform some other fancy romantic thing.
'Creepy' thought Trillian, 'but.amazing.'
Sighing internally, Tricia closed her eyes, looked up at him again, and licked her lips.
"Fine, Zaphod, we'll stop for a bit. Maybe I can find a hidden sector or something."
Yes. Zappo. So amazing. I am good. Getting froodier by the nano-second.
Arthur sat in a corner of the ship, twitching and muttering at the fact of how much he wanted tea.