------------------------------
The Quest for the Towel
------------------------------
"This way," the guard ordered.
"Where are we going?" asked Ford Prefect, holding down all urges to try to struggle away from the guard that was holding him.
The guard struck Ford across the face with the butt of the Zap gun and Ford careened into the wall.
"This way."
The guards - there were two of them one for Ford and the other for Arthur Dent - brought them into a room that was larger than a cupcake. In fact, the room was so ridiculously large that you probably fit one trabillion cupcakes within it. In the middle of the ridiculously large room was a throne made entirely of sandpaper, blue putty, bubble wrap and other useless things. Sitting in the throne of useless things, was none other that Glod Scroggleputt. Glod's face held a smug grin - which was as well ridiculously strange because most things would be afriad to come near Glod's face in the first place.
"Ix," Glod drawled, "How nice to see you again."
"Cut the pleasantries, you unhip lawnmower," Ford snapped, "What did you do with my towel?"
"Oh," said Glod, pulling the towel out from the top of the Throne of Useless Things, "You mean this old thing?"
Ford tried to barrage forward and grab it back, but the guard grabbed him by the arms just under his shoulders and lifted him off his feet.
Glod smirked, pushing a large red button and watch as a piece of the floor in the ridiculously large room opened up and a garbage can rose up.
"Ahh." Glod smiled as the guard packed Ford into the can, "The good old days, eh Ix?"
Arthur Dent could have sworn he heard a growl come from the Betelguesean as he walked over and helped Ford out of it.
"I say!" Arthur snapped, "That was rather uncalled for."
Ford just frowned as the two guards trained Kill-o-Zap guns on them.
"Well, you have me," Ford muttered, "...and you have my towel. What will you be doing with us then?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Ford was almost shocked. "Pardon?!"
"This towel," Glod spat the word out indignantly, "Was supposed to be black. But it's not! It's in fact dark blue."
"I don't see---" Arthur started, but was silenced by a kick from Ford.
"I only stole it because I wanted a towel to match with my newest ship, which is in fact quite black," Glod explained in a huff. "But the towel is dark blue, so I have no need for the ship or the towel. Take your towel and depart."
Glod heaved the towel to Ford Prefect, who looked at it for a while in his hands.
"How are we going to leave?" Ford asked.
"Take my new ship. It doesn't match so I don't want it!" Glod slumped down into the Throne of Useless Things and sulked.
"A ship, Ford!" Arthur exclaimed as they observed it's sleek blackness, "A ship of your very own!"
Ford nodded. "I think I'll name it after Glod Scroggleputt..."
"A ship named Glod Scroggleputt?!" Arthur asked incrediously, "That absolutely ineffable!"
"No..." Ford gave off a mischieveous grin as his eyes sparkled. "I'm naming it -The Frost-."
The Quest for the Towel
------------------------------
"This way," the guard ordered.
"Where are we going?" asked Ford Prefect, holding down all urges to try to struggle away from the guard that was holding him.
The guard struck Ford across the face with the butt of the Zap gun and Ford careened into the wall.
"This way."
The guards - there were two of them one for Ford and the other for Arthur Dent - brought them into a room that was larger than a cupcake. In fact, the room was so ridiculously large that you probably fit one trabillion cupcakes within it. In the middle of the ridiculously large room was a throne made entirely of sandpaper, blue putty, bubble wrap and other useless things. Sitting in the throne of useless things, was none other that Glod Scroggleputt. Glod's face held a smug grin - which was as well ridiculously strange because most things would be afriad to come near Glod's face in the first place.
"Ix," Glod drawled, "How nice to see you again."
"Cut the pleasantries, you unhip lawnmower," Ford snapped, "What did you do with my towel?"
"Oh," said Glod, pulling the towel out from the top of the Throne of Useless Things, "You mean this old thing?"
Ford tried to barrage forward and grab it back, but the guard grabbed him by the arms just under his shoulders and lifted him off his feet.
Glod smirked, pushing a large red button and watch as a piece of the floor in the ridiculously large room opened up and a garbage can rose up.
"Ahh." Glod smiled as the guard packed Ford into the can, "The good old days, eh Ix?"
Arthur Dent could have sworn he heard a growl come from the Betelguesean as he walked over and helped Ford out of it.
"I say!" Arthur snapped, "That was rather uncalled for."
Ford just frowned as the two guards trained Kill-o-Zap guns on them.
"Well, you have me," Ford muttered, "...and you have my towel. What will you be doing with us then?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Ford was almost shocked. "Pardon?!"
"This towel," Glod spat the word out indignantly, "Was supposed to be black. But it's not! It's in fact dark blue."
"I don't see---" Arthur started, but was silenced by a kick from Ford.
"I only stole it because I wanted a towel to match with my newest ship, which is in fact quite black," Glod explained in a huff. "But the towel is dark blue, so I have no need for the ship or the towel. Take your towel and depart."
Glod heaved the towel to Ford Prefect, who looked at it for a while in his hands.
"How are we going to leave?" Ford asked.
"Take my new ship. It doesn't match so I don't want it!" Glod slumped down into the Throne of Useless Things and sulked.
"A ship, Ford!" Arthur exclaimed as they observed it's sleek blackness, "A ship of your very own!"
Ford nodded. "I think I'll name it after Glod Scroggleputt..."
"A ship named Glod Scroggleputt?!" Arthur asked incrediously, "That absolutely ineffable!"
"No..." Ford gave off a mischieveous grin as his eyes sparkled. "I'm naming it -The Frost-."