Ford stormed along the corridor, trying to ignore the voice activated doors.
Whirr.
"Thank you for making a simple door very happy."
"Shut it!"
Whirr.
"It is my pleasure to open for you–"
"I said shut it!"
"And my satisfaction to close again with the knowledge of a job well done."
"Zark off."
"Thank you. Have a nice day."
Ford finally found Zaphod and started complaining to him about Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters and the stupid machine which was currently plugged in with the ship's computer, trying to figure out how to make a new kind of drink.
"Well, look Ford, it's not my fault. I mean, kid, I sure didn't make that silly machine," Zaphod complained back, "I don't spend my life trying to produce Nutri-Matic Drinks Synthesisers. It's what the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation does, right Marvin?"
The paranoid android clunked around to face him.
"Don't talk to me about life. It's terribly depressing. I can tell that you're not interested."
"Yeah great, Marvin, kid. Mind bringing the remote control for the sound system? Thanks."
Marvin went to get to get the control. "My brain the size of a planet, and you tell me to get the remote control. Life is terribly depressing."
The robot walked over to the door and started complaining about all sorts of depressing things.
Trillian, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
"Why don't we go and complain to the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation instead? In fact, we should have done so ages ago!"
"Great idea, Trillian! Now why didn't we think of that? It was pretty obvious..." Ford muttered.
Trillian nodded and started trying to unjam the ship computer's logic circuits from the shortly to be replaced Nutri-Matic Drinks Synthesiser, and set the course to the Sirius star system.
The Heart of Gold turned towards the distant star of Sirius and its Infinite Improbability Drive took the crew to its destination, waking Arthur from his dreams just when he was starting to enjoy it.