Ford Becomes A Contortionist
One day, Ford Prefect decided to try some twisty moves.
"What are you doing, Ford?" said Arthur.
"It's a traditional Betelguesian Folk Dance," said Ford.
"It looks uncomfortable," said Arthur, "And what are you doing with the towel?"
"It's TRADITIONAL," said Ford pointedly.
"Where are your regular clothes, anyway?" said Arthur.
"Oh, shut up," said Ford, and went to find his satchel.
THE END
THIS one came from a H2G2 fanart I found once. It was hilariously inaccurate, or at least in my and also Penny's opinions. Everything Arthur says is true.
Sorry for the HUUUUUUGE delay. It was monstrosseriffical. Which is a word now. Because it is.
I have so much procrastination surrounding me that I'm drowning in it and currently need to patch up my flailing math skills. Oh, that I had not made fun of mathematics. But I'll try to type you up my next one really soon.
Also, I can't answer questions here anymore because it's a rule, so I will be answering them the proper way with the handy new thingy. However, I strongly urge those who do not have an account to get one, so that I can still talk to them (This means YOU, BeatlesLover/LandUnderWave!).
On an obviously completely unrelated note, my last story had a sort of F/A slash, it's true, but it's my particular brand of it where Ford only hits on Arthur when desperate because he knows that Arthur is so straight, he can hardly bend his knees (Badum ching).
Also, Fenchurch was there because I feel sorry for her as she is so very often excluded. And I like her, dammit.
I think I've created a monster with the rebel scientist stuff because I seem to be getting a lot of 'f's into 'ph's in my reviews. By all means, keep doing it! If I can classify you guys as a fan base, it can be our secret little quirk. Except that I haven't been doing it myself. Er…
Look, ma, I'm using my old title format!