After the little episode with Trillian and the alien race living in her stomach, a turn to Arthur Dent seems necessary. Arthur, after arguing with the computer, had disappeared into the lovely teleporter where Trillian had gone minutes earlier. While he was distinguished now as a completely hopeless traveler of the galaxies, he had learned a few tricks while stuck on Ancient Earth. One was to tie his shoes in flexible knots, so as not to fall over a trip whenever he believed it was necessary to do so. Two, the whole problem with speech was resolved after Arthur became a hermit, and now he spoke in the language of sign. No one understood a word he said, other than "May I have some tea...Please..." The only other species to ever use this form of speech were the Tealacts of GigaloVII, where their form of speech consisted of smiling at each other and commenting on the weather. They also considered everything to be "tea", and as such used it in everyday speech. "Tea, tea, tea?" is their most popular form of communication. Travelers visiting to their planet don't understand the subtle differences between "Tea," and "Tea." This has led to a rapid decline of their species because all the traders give them is tea, and they can't survive only on the tea. As such their planet has become a graveyard of bodies, each with their own little sign "Tea, tea, tea, tea." No one understands a single word of it, buy they thoroughly enjoy watching the process of their death immensely. Recently a group of scientists from KoilaVO have been selling tickets and making an immense profit off of the deaths of these wonderful species. Their death is quite interesting, and begins with the drying out of the skin. Then the head yells "Tea!" in slow motion. Its quite interesting to watch the time warps caused from these deaths.
Anyways, back to Arthur Dent. Previously he had gone in search of the group he loved. "Where have they gone!" he yelled to the world. The world found this highly amusing, and just smiled at him blankly. This seemed to anger Arthur, so he vanished back into the teleporter. A few seconds later the knockout overwhelmed him, and he arrived onto the planet ShoilpzzzzXI. He had arrived on the planet ShoilpzzzzXI. In this planet he yelled to the world "Have you seen Zaphod Beeblebrox?" This time the world had an answer. "No, now be quiet! We are trying to get some sleep here!" yelled a native Zzzz. The people Of ShoilpzzzzXI enjoy sleeping. It's all they do, every dingle day. To prove this, the average growth of a Zzzz is seventeen feet. They eat quite healthy, and due to there sleeping habits, grow healthy too. Since they are one of the few immortal species in the know universe (which isn't), they can generally grow up to seventy kilometers in size in a few thousand centuries. Visitors to their planet usually mistake them for rocks, and to their woe discover why the Zzzz sleep all day. Their healthy eating habits come from all of those tourists hoping to have a glimpse of a Zzzz, and discover they are standing in one's mouth. For some strange reason, people continually travel to ShoilpzzzzXI. This has led to a general decrease to the population of tourist existing in the Universe, and to a cleaner atmosphere on the planet of the Zzzz's. Since only one person has ever managed to escape the grasp of a Zzzz, their description of one seems suitable to the moment. "Large, with big gaping teeth, and a hole for vacuuming in food while they sleep. I hope I never go back, for they didn't have any tea."
Arthur stared in horror at the Zzzz in front if him. He noted the large bulk, and the dragon like appearance. Perhaps this is where the legend of dragon's came to Earth? "Why are you sleeping?" he shouted. "Because I am tired." Seemed to be the only response. Since Arthur could not see any of his friends, he vanished back to the Heart of Gold in hopes they might have returned.