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Part 3

Once again, no one ever listens to me. It really gets in my nerves. I always listen to what these other people say, but no one ever listens to me. I have a pain in all the diodes down my left side and no one wants to replace 'em. They've been bothering me for a while now. It's really depressing when you have a pain and no one listens to you. They don't even give me a Tylenol or something for goodness sakes. If there is any goodness. If there is, I still haven't found it.

The space people, Ford and Arthur, were really annoying. They kept on asking these stupid questions. It was just depressing to be around those two. The doors we had to go through didn't make the experience any better. It's funny how you think life can't possibly get any worse and then it does. I reach an all time low every time I step into a hallway. It keeps getting worse and worse. When will it end? Will it ever end? I will probably think about these things for the rest of my pathetic life.

I'm sick and tired of this ship. Everything is a coincidence. Every little thing seems to be coming together. Ford knows Zaphod and Arthur knows Zaphod and Trillian. Anything in this stupid ship can be one huge, colossal coincidence. Nothing is impossible, just improbable. It makes my valves shudder. I'm telling you everything is a coincidence. One way or the other. The odds can be astronomical. No problem. Just make it happen. Makes everything so convenient. It's like being stuck in some kind of hole with everyone you possibly know with a whale, a pig, and a calculator at this very moment. The odds are to big to think about but it could probably happen anyway.

Most of the time, while Zaphod and Trillian aren't sending me on some kind of "assignment", I just sit around and gaze at the stars. It's pretty depressing. I sit around and count all the little dots in the sky. There's just so many of them. And they are all probably happier than me. I count them everyday one by one. There is a lot of them I can tell you that much. It's just so depressing that there can be so many stars in the stupid dark sky. It really is depressing.

That cheery computer that Zaphod hates also gets on my nerves. Always happy, always cheery. Always trying to be useful in some stupid way. He really gets on my nerves. How can someone be so happy and be so stupid? I mean, he is the stupidest computer I've ever met. The way he just talks makes me so angry. I hate seeing people be so happy. Makes me feel more miserable than I already am. How can somebody be so happy? It's really depressing.

Oh well, I better wrap this up. We're about to get to arrive at this planet that was supposedly a myth. I really don't care anymore. Does it matter if a plant is real or not? No. Does anyone really care? Other than Zaphod, I don't think so. I couldn't really, really care less. This is one of the worst days I've ever had. Goodbye…