A/N: Woo! Third chapter! This was originally two chapters but, it was a little too short that way so, combo time! Also, I feel the need to mention that while there is some Ford/Arthur there isn't much. This story is mainly about Eddie and Marvin (though they've barely been in it so far). So while there will be SOME Ford/Arthur and I will try to include more of it, there won't be a lot. Sorry. To make it up I'll try to put some nice Ford/Arthur art up in my Deviant Art account. (Sadly I haven't had much time to get to a scanner...)

HurriCanine: I love responding to reviews. I feel that it let's the reviewer know that I care. I understand what your saying. Don't worry, I won't rush the story, if anything it seems that I'll slowly and painfully drag out the story and pray that it's funny enough that no one minds.

Yukari: My dear friend, Yukari. Given that you explained your comment to me, I feel very safe in saying you're complaining about a chapter that hasn't been posted yet.

Vogon Jelts: Maybe I was being too harsh on myself. I'm glad you liked the dialogue. Since you asked so nicely, I wrote more

Neko-Neko-San: Yes, Zaphod does indeed rock. I know many people who'd snicker at "service" it's just a matter of how long they'd do it. I have a friend who sold her soul to Marvin, or so it would seem.

"Well, this is it," Trillian said to Chabok after they had finished guiding Zaphod to his quarters. A difficult task, as Zaphod kept insisting that he was in perfect condition to show the "servicing man" around the ship. He proved his point by falling straight asleep after being shoved onto his bed.

"Wait…This ship…it's the Heart of Gold!" Chabok said in amazement, his already enormous eyes becoming larger. "This is a stolen ship!"

"I suppose it is…" Trillian had completely forgotten that the ship was stolen, she had grown so used to it being theirs.

"But that won't be a problem, will it?" Ford's voice came crashing in. He was actually responding to something Arthur had said.

"Won't be a problem! This ship has an improbability drive! That thing is barely tested! This ship could disappear before it even existed and take us with it!" Chabok ranted.

"What is he talking about? Who is he, even?" Ford was slightly aggravated after having to pay for not only his drinks, but Zaphod's and Arthur's as well. Arthur assured him that once he got the correct form of currency, he would pay him back. But, Arthur wasn't in the state to make such deals, as he was currently gripping Ford's arm so the floor wouldn't trip him.

"Ford, Arthur, this is Chabok. We met him at the bar. He's conducting experiments on machines and he said he'd pay anyone who wished to volunteer," explained Trillian

"Well, yes, I did say that…but I didn't realize your ship was STOLEN! Or had an improbability drive! This is complete madness!"

"Look at it this way. You experiment with new technologies. An improbability drive is just one of those technologies for which you're experimenting with. Should the experiment go out of hand and wipe you and everything else off the face of existence it won't matter since we will have never existed. Therefore, you have nothing to lose. And as for the stolen part, well, something things have to be stolen in order for other things to happen. Just think about being the first uh…individual to successfully have a ship computer-external computer link with an improbability drive." It was now very apparent that Trillian really wanted the money.

"Hmm…yes…that could work. So I get all the fame and glory, and you get the money and aren't ratted out to the police?"

"Yes… Well, that or we're wiped off existence or something."

"Agreed." They shook hands on the deal.

"Ok, shall we go to the bridge?" Trillian lead Chabok to the bridge.

As they walked, Arthur thought that the floor was trying to trip him again and clung to Ford tighter.

"So here is Eddie. Oh, Marvin's here too, that's convenient," said Trillian to Chabok.

"Hi there! This is Eddie your shipboard computer and I'm feeling just great, guys! How can I be of service to you today?" Eddie's voice sang out.

"Eddie, Marvin, this is Chabok. He wishes to perform an experiment on you two."

"Really? What kind of experiment?"

"One involving giving you your own body," Chabok answered with pride.

"That's nice. Marvin already has his own body. What do you need him for?"

"A different experiment, one in external censors."

"Speaking of Marvin," said Trillian examining the robot, "he hasn't said anything this entire time. What's wrong with him?"

"Oh nothing. He just induced an idle state because he didn't want to talk to me," explained Eddie sweetly.

"Ah…When will he come out of it?"

"When his energy level is full again, so in fifteen seconds…fourte- thirt- twel- elev-ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three...two...one."

Being the predictable machines they were, once Eddie said "one," Marvin's eyes lit up.

"Good morning, Marvin! How was your idle state? This is Chabok. He wants to perform experiments on us!" Eddie said in the hyperactive way that makes you want to hit the speaker.

Marvin turned his head to look at Chabok. After doing so he let his head fall wherever gravity wanted it to go.

"Yes…you see it's an experiment with external censors so you could tell texture and temperature, that sort of thing."

"Really…You mean I wouldn't have to go out of my way to discover how damp and cold an area is."

Chabok stared at him with his large eyes. "Err...well…I suppose…but that really wasn't the point," Chabok had clearly never dealt with a depressed robot before. "… So…uhh… are you uhh...are you interested?"

"I have a choice? It doesn't matter. Go on, give me another ability that'll be reduced to people asking me if fire is really hot or if ice is really cold."

"Right... Uhh...Eddie, are you interested?" Chabok was eager to get away from depressed machinery to the more common annoyingly happy type.

"Decisions concerning the computer are directed to the captain of the ship."

"Zaphod is asleep. Doesn't that put me in temporary command?" Trillian asked

"The captain is temporarily unable to perform his duties, however this state of sleep is one from which he shall recover quickly. Therefore you are not in command." The happy tone of his voice was testing Trillian's patience.

"Eddie, just say yes."

"Decisions concerning the computer are directed to the captain of the ship."

"Fine! Eddie, open a communication link to Zaphod's room."

"Ok!" Eddie opened the requested link.

"ZAPHOD!" Trillian yelled into the intercom. The response was something which sounded entirely like some falling out of a bed due to sudden shock then hitting their head on some sort of table and screaming profanity.

"Zaphod, remember that guy you picked up at the bar?"

"Guy? What guy? I didn't pick up any guys! You must be thinking of Ford or most likely the monkey, cause this cat doesn't swing that way, babe!"

Trillian sighed, "No, not that way. You remember, the 'servicing man'?"

"Oh, right, him. Yeah, why?"

"Well, he needs your permission to do an experiment on Eddie."

"Heh. sure, whatever, can I go back to sleep?"

"Thank you. Yes."

"Will you be joining me?"

"Well, sweetie, I would, but there's some sort of 'line of ladies' outside your door and I just can't get past them."

"What? ...Oh...that...umm..." Zaphod had just proven to everyone on the bridge that he really was no good at relationships. "I'm sleeping alone, aren't I?"

"Yes."

"...Good night then..."

"Good night. Eddie, close the link." The link was closed. "Well then, Chabok, it would seem that you've got permission. You can start later. First I think we should all get some sleep." Trillian smiled.

Chabok nodded and led himself out of the ship.

A/N: The story actually starts next chapter! All this procrastinating is finally over with! There will be love! Humor! Tragedy! Ranting! More boring explanations about stupid things! And me, trying to play up the story.