Arthur Gets Stuck in a Computer Game

"Oh no!" said Arthur, "I'm stuck in a computer game!"

"This is awful!" said Ford. He had a large fish. He was eating it.

Zaphod walked past wearing a large sign on his head that said: 'I am really amazing and good-looking. Also, I've got a doorknob.'

"Why do you have a doorknob?" said Arthur. Zaphod brandished a Fruit-to-Go threateningly.

"Don't make me use this!" He ran away, into a wall, and fell unconscious on the floor.

"You didn't answer my question!" said Arthur.

"Probably to use against the giant turtle that's right behind you," answered Ford.

Arthur patted the turtle absent-mindedly on the head, then looked at it, screamed, and ran away. Ford ran up and vaulted onto the turtle's back.

"Hya!" he cried. The turtle began to lumber slowly down the hall.

"YeeHA!" shouted Ford excitedly.

Three minutes later, the turtle had moved a few inches.

Ford had fallen asleep.

Trillian walked in and locked the kitchen door, then walked away.

Arthur ran in with a large hammer, singing "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" quietly. He bonked Ford on the head with it.

Ford sprang into action.

"Oh no!" he cried, and jumped off the spaceship.

"Damn," said Arthur wearily, "Not again." He patted the turtle, screamed quietly to himself, then lowered a rope out of the door.

"What I don't understand," he said, "Is why all the air and heat hasn't been sucked out of the ship."

"Don't expose the plot holes!" said Ford in a muffled voice.

THE END

"Maxwell's Silver Hammer" belongs to The Beatles because they wrote it. It's true. You can even look it up.

This story was actually originally number 13 as opposed to the Poncho story. I mixed them up because my notebook is very disorganized.

I don't really think it matters, though. This story sort of stands on its own, really.

Or flops weakly to the side, whatever…

It came basically from a lot of private jokes I don't remember any more, I think, and me making fun of a H2G2 computer game I was going to make before I decided quite rightly that it would be WAY too much effort. Most of the puzzle seemed to involve getting into the kitchen, which was locked, and then I realized I had no idea why it was locked in the first place.

So, there y'are. A glimpse into how my mind works.

How nice of me.

Lastly, scrawnydachicken, I may write your story with the frickin' long name. Although, if you notice, most of my stories sort of fall into that category. I know there's too many characters and I'm afraid that I add even more later. It's a bit confusing for me too, especially because I tend to forget them and then I'll be like, "Oh, wait, I forgot ." And then I have to stick something in.

Saith Rayse, all I have to say to you is MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

So, er, I'll see how soon I can post other things.

Leah, Away!