Disclaimer: Hey, it seems this is the thing to do, so yeah….duh I don't own hitchhikers, though this story is made up! But yeah. too close to hitchhikers for me to (with a conscious) say its mine. 

Chapter 2

"The fool, said, yes he said, 'I don't have his phone number!' Like I was supposed to have it! Honestly! These jobs you keep sending me on, they're ridiculous, useless, boring, stupid…"

Lord Rikart rolled his eyes, irritated. Neitch, one of his many workers stood before him complaining, again. Rikart had himself lost interest within the first twenty seconds in which he established from Neitch that the earthman did not understand the message and had refused to see the MIPE. He was far too important and evil to be dealing with this person he thought angrily. He knew the only reason he had to talk to them was because his company didn't have as high-quality union rules as some other companies. He envied Groggo, a sock farming overseeing company whose union rules entailed that all workers have no rights, no opportunities to make rights and could be shot at any time at the discretion of the employer. That is how a company should be run he fumed. After much consultation between his four heads, Rikart decided that he would have to send Neitch back to the earthman to aid him in the completion of his task. The task being, to find The Most Important Person of Everywhere.

"…it looked at me like I was worthless! Honestly, the day we gave the Sun rights was the day the universe died, it was glaring at me, in its arrogant way, it was bloody supporting the clouds-they'd been jeering me the whole time I swear-"

"NEITCH!" Rikart thundered "SHUT UP!"

Neitch, who had been in the middle of a sentence froze, his mouth half open.

"Now Neitch, listen VERY carefully. I want you to go back to the earthman. I want you to help him find the MIPE. Until you have done that don't bother coming back here because I'm not going to pay you! Understand?"

Neitch squirmed, "that's the uh, only option sir?"

"YES!"

Back on earth, Adam was in the strangest dilemma. His body was fighting to control itself, independently of his mind, as that seemed to have gone off on a holiday without first consulting his body. Adam was in fact simply standing just inside his gate, in front of his yellow house, with a look of a man who had just been knocked over the head with a shovel, but obviously without the blood or general messiness. Five minutes later, his mind returned to his body and they had a row. Ten minutes later they both agreed it would be best if they each drank a bottle of whisky to help sort through the previous events. A further hour and another bottle of whisky later (to help sort through what the previous bottle couldn't get through), they unanimously agreed that the white house was in fact being controlled by leprechauns and that it was their job, as noble citizens to launch a naked protest in Adam's front yard. Naked protests have often been the result of many whisky induced states of non-patriotism, reported to have taken place in as uncivilized countries as Greenland. Greenland has presently escaped a rut in which naked protests became the most popular of all protest methods. The result now being that Greenland has an extremely dilapidated population, existing of all those who have an IQ slightly better than rocks, and also those who love the Greenland government. Adam was presently discovering why even lunching a naked protest in Winter in California was a bad idea. Not only did he have a shocking hangover, but he was also extremely small.

"Alright we're leaving."

Adam screamed.

"Ow! What did you do that for?"

Adam continued to scream.

"Look, really, could you please stop with the screaming; my head already feels as if…" The man who had suddenly appeared, out of thin air, paused and stared at Adams' bathroom mirror. The image staring back at him didn't quite fit with what, by most accounts be expected to be seen. He only had half a head. "Hold on" the man said, and promptly disappeared again.

Adam, now in a total state of shock ceased screaming, (about time his mind grumbled, who was still trying to deal with the shocking hangover and trying to work out where it could find come more whisky to see if that could possibly help with the eradication of the hangover.)

"Right we can go now." The man had returned, this time, with a more or less, normal, whole, big eared head.

Adam began screaming again.

Greenland is full of ice. And snow. If you are naked, you will freeze to death. This note is an additional for only those who do not have IQ's higher than rocks. In which case, I am surprised that you can read.

To all ppl who read this, cheers! Hope you like it, if so, review, it makes me smile!