Ok. I missed my disclaimer last chapter, but hopefully it came across from
the first. I DO NOT OWN The Original Characters and planets within
Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy. I have added a few characters and planets
of my own just to make it seem like I care. Which I happen to.

Since Arthur and Trillian have been covered, a few words on Zaphod and Ford
have suddenly become necessary in regard to the story. Seconds after
Trillian arrived on Urea Minor, Ford and Zaphod left for the fun planet of
Eroticon 6. It seems that this will be important to understand that on
Eroticon 6, everyone is a suspect. Here is a small history on the planet in
general. Eroticon 6 is the planet of fun, misfortune, and happiness. In
great supply of Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, quite a few casinos and
banks, and a large city of beautiful women, the world is a place that
tourists flock too. Also, armies have never touched down upon the planet,
in fear of ruining the fragile ecosystem of military and entertainment.
Many military officials have been found on Eroticon, but they were off
duty, and not at war. The rules on the planet are simple.
DON'T PANIC
Make sure to always wash yourself thoroughly before ever meal.
Please stay off the grass.
Barking like a dog is both unhealthy, and leaves a bad taste in one's
mouth.
Do not touch the flowers.
Money is good, especially in our pockets.
Spend all of your money, you have nothing to lose.
Do not insult any of the citizens of this planet.
Follow these rules.
Make sure never to break these rules.
This is a way to help you survive from the hostile inhabitants.
Be careful.
Don't seem daft.
Use your brain.
Minors not allowed.
if under the age of Seventeen thousand, go to your left.
If over the age of seventeen thousand, go to you right.
If you are immortal, go straight up to the Immortal's bar.
If you are not immortal, beware going up.
Stay away from the light.
Follow these rules.
Be explicit in all questions.
Don't be rude.
make sure To STAY off THE GRASS.
Beware the alien-eating grass.
Don't walk into gnashing teeth, or you will die.
Do not provoke the guards with the big guns.
Don't touch the big guns.
Beware the big guns.
Watch yourself, and fall asleep.
If caught not reading any of these rules, then you will be punished.
Punishment is not a GOOD thing.
You will defiantly want to read these rules.
Please be polite, and have some money to spend.
Do not sleep on the planet.
Beware the night.
Death is not good for you.
Do not eat any of the food.
Aren't you becoming tired yet?
Zaphod Beeblrox and Ford Prefect not allowed.
This means you.
Really.
If you don't read this, then you face all punishments.
Smile for the camera.
Have identification.
Die.
Thank you for coming to our planet.
Now leave.
Leave.
I mean it.
Don't let me punish you.
Seriously.
"Hey Zaphod, what is that big sign with lots of letters on it?" Ford asked
aloud. "Don't worry, its nothing important, lets go party!" Said Zaphod
with a smile. Today both of his heads looked splendid, with one drooling
all over the place, and the other sleepily blinking in turn with the
other's snores. It seems evident that Zaphod was tired. Ford on the other
hand looked splendid. With his drink in hand, and his feet ready to step on
the grass, he was prepared. The grass around the duo was a greenish color,
with a few bits of brown in between. No one really know why they were not
supposed to step on the grass, yet barely any dared to discover why. While
Ford and Zaphod traveled around aimlessly for a while, an alien named Fido
came up behind them. He was carrying a large gun, and his life consisted of
shoot, then question. "Sir, are you Zaphod Beeblebrox?" he asked Zaphod.
Zaphod's head gave a stir, and spit flew while he responded. "No, I am not
Zaphod Beeblebrox, I am Graphod Beeblebrox, and this is my partner Fjord
Prefect, we are cousins to Zaphod and Ford, and we are here for some fun."
Since Fido was not the brightest alien in the universe, he nodded his head
and waved his gun in the opposite direction. "You there, stay OFF the
grass! Don't you read the signs?" While Fido seemed occupied, Zaphod and
Ford crept away under the cover of the bright lights. It seemed they had no
other choice than to enjoy them. They entered a bar, and ordered a few
drinks for them to drink only. After consuming a large amount of drink,
the duo swayed around the planet for some time. "That grass sure looks
tasty...I wonder what would happen If I fall on it?" stated Ford while he
collapsed inches away from the grass. "I dun know..." Stated one of Zaphod's
heads, while the other laughed happily. Both were utterly drunk, and
decided that they wished to stay that way. Collapsing on the ground, the
duo spent their entire day laughing happily to themselves and singing
rousing songs of vigor.
"We are the one's who always get in the way." Ford mumbled. "No, you're the
one who always seems to say..." Zaphod burbled. "We are the drunkest ones
today..." They both mumbled drunkenly. "And that Is how...we are going to
stay..." and they both collapsed in a drunken heap.