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Frighteningly Improbable Possibilities
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"Hey Ford?" Arthur Dent asked from the helm of -The Frost-, "Why did you call the ship -The Frost-? I don't see how---"
"How it coincides with Glod Scoggleputt?" Ford finished. "I was just waiting for you to ask... I knew you were going to."
Arthur frowned, "Well, if you knew that I was going to ask then why didn't you just tell me instead of waiting for me to ask? Why not spare me the embarrasment?" Ford grinned one of his scarey grins. "Well, I have now asked, even though you knew I was going to, so now are you going to give me an answer?"
Ford sighed. "I suppose you won't stop bugging me about it until I've told you. It's all rather simple really - you'll hate yourself after I've told you."
"No I won't."
"Sure you will!" Ford grinned. "Frost... Cold... It's after his personality."
Arthur blinked and a frown set on his face.
"Hate yourself yet?" Ford asked with a grin.
Arthur shot him a look. "Shaddup," he said and pouted.
Ford started to say something, but a red light from somewhere that doesn't matter started flashing on and off. In this moment, when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect were explicitly unprepared for it, they both lost consciousness.
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The precise second that Ford Prefect opened his eyes, his ears were assaulted by the sound of somebody singing.
"Do rap, do rap, duh duh duh!"
Ford groaned - more in annoyance than pain - and the singing stopped.
"Hey my man!" Zaphod cried, "How's ya hangin'?"
"I'm fine," Ford muttered, "What happened?"
"He was going to commandeer our ship!" Arthur said sternly, entering the room. "He saw -The Frost- and was going to steal it!"
"Yer ship blew a fuse or something," Zaphod said. "It was all wrecked up and looked like a worthless piece of." He paused then, suddenly realizing something. "Where did you get the ship? Did you steal it?"
"No," Ford snapped, standing from the chair he had been passed out on, "It was given to me."
"Oh, well cool then." Zaphod twirled a lock of his hair around his index finger. "So, uh, while you're here anyways... could you scoot down and fix the improbability drive?"
Ford cast Zaphod a look, but it was wasted on thin air, so he just harumphed to hide his sigh.
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"Are you almost complete?" Arthur Dent asked Ford - who was bending backwards underneath of a panel.
"Yes," Ford Prefect muttered. He leaned a little farther in and reached out to move a wire. "Almost..."
There was a flash of lights and a flicker of two screams melded within one another as a jolt of electricity shot through Ford and Arthur.
Ford and Arthur were thrown to the floor some ten metres away from each other.
"Okay..." Ford Prefect said slowly, his voice higher than he remembered, "What was that?" He looked up to see Arthur staring at him.
Arthur Dent had his eyebrows lowered on his head and the look of a lion who had just found his prey. His hand raised up and pointed to Ford's chest.
"My, my, my, Ford," Arthur said, slowly putting on a small seductive smile, "You look... stunning..."
Ford, more stunned than stunning, looked down at his chest. His eyes grew wide, his mouth gaped open and his scream refused to come. Pulling himself to his feet, he dashed to the nearest full length mirror.
And the, and only then, his mouth, mind and every molecule in his body, let him scream.
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A/N: Dun dun dunnnnn... What do you think happened to him?
Frighteningly Improbable Possibilities
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"Hey Ford?" Arthur Dent asked from the helm of -The Frost-, "Why did you call the ship -The Frost-? I don't see how---"
"How it coincides with Glod Scoggleputt?" Ford finished. "I was just waiting for you to ask... I knew you were going to."
Arthur frowned, "Well, if you knew that I was going to ask then why didn't you just tell me instead of waiting for me to ask? Why not spare me the embarrasment?" Ford grinned one of his scarey grins. "Well, I have now asked, even though you knew I was going to, so now are you going to give me an answer?"
Ford sighed. "I suppose you won't stop bugging me about it until I've told you. It's all rather simple really - you'll hate yourself after I've told you."
"No I won't."
"Sure you will!" Ford grinned. "Frost... Cold... It's after his personality."
Arthur blinked and a frown set on his face.
"Hate yourself yet?" Ford asked with a grin.
Arthur shot him a look. "Shaddup," he said and pouted.
Ford started to say something, but a red light from somewhere that doesn't matter started flashing on and off. In this moment, when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect were explicitly unprepared for it, they both lost consciousness.
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The precise second that Ford Prefect opened his eyes, his ears were assaulted by the sound of somebody singing.
"Do rap, do rap, duh duh duh!"
Ford groaned - more in annoyance than pain - and the singing stopped.
"Hey my man!" Zaphod cried, "How's ya hangin'?"
"I'm fine," Ford muttered, "What happened?"
"He was going to commandeer our ship!" Arthur said sternly, entering the room. "He saw -The Frost- and was going to steal it!"
"Yer ship blew a fuse or something," Zaphod said. "It was all wrecked up and looked like a worthless piece of." He paused then, suddenly realizing something. "Where did you get the ship? Did you steal it?"
"No," Ford snapped, standing from the chair he had been passed out on, "It was given to me."
"Oh, well cool then." Zaphod twirled a lock of his hair around his index finger. "So, uh, while you're here anyways... could you scoot down and fix the improbability drive?"
Ford cast Zaphod a look, but it was wasted on thin air, so he just harumphed to hide his sigh.
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"Are you almost complete?" Arthur Dent asked Ford - who was bending backwards underneath of a panel.
"Yes," Ford Prefect muttered. He leaned a little farther in and reached out to move a wire. "Almost..."
There was a flash of lights and a flicker of two screams melded within one another as a jolt of electricity shot through Ford and Arthur.
Ford and Arthur were thrown to the floor some ten metres away from each other.
"Okay..." Ford Prefect said slowly, his voice higher than he remembered, "What was that?" He looked up to see Arthur staring at him.
Arthur Dent had his eyebrows lowered on his head and the look of a lion who had just found his prey. His hand raised up and pointed to Ford's chest.
"My, my, my, Ford," Arthur said, slowly putting on a small seductive smile, "You look... stunning..."
Ford, more stunned than stunning, looked down at his chest. His eyes grew wide, his mouth gaped open and his scream refused to come. Pulling himself to his feet, he dashed to the nearest full length mirror.
And the, and only then, his mouth, mind and every molecule in his body, let him scream.
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A/N: Dun dun dunnnnn... What do you think happened to him?