Reilly's CCXXXVI: Journey to the End of the Universe.

[epiclesis]

dude. i just booked my flight to visit my boyfriend. i'm so excited!

 

[OceanAngel]

Guinnea pigs?

 

[Rebekka]

Morning all. Almost afternoon here by the way.

How many of you have kitties that like to be in the bathroom with you when you take a shower? I have one.

 

[OceanAngel]

Meep

 

[helenofbritain]

Morning all. Almost afternoon here by the way.

How many of you have kitties that like to be in the bathroom with you when you take a shower? I have one.

Now me, the only Khat I have is myself.

But.... The Cat From Number 9 is a regular guest. It's great. All the perks of having a cat, with none of the responsibilities!

 

[helenofbritain]

Evening all, btw

 

[helenofbritain]

S'up froods! Got me a nice towel this arvo. I'd like to celebrate with a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, please.

Bartender?

 

[Rebekka]

Now me, the only Khat I have is myself.

But.... The Cat From Number 9 is a regular guest. It's great. All the perks of having a cat, with none of the responsibilities!

How cute! Does she/he take showers with you?

My cats are mischievous at the moment, keep scratching the wallpaper. Grrrrr. One is extremely manipulative - she scratches until I feed her.

 

[Rebekka]

S'up froods! Got me a nice towel this arvo. I'd like to celebrate with a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, please.

Bartender?

Ah, it's past noon now, so I can join you in a drink. Whatever it is that you just ordered.

 

[OceanAngel]

*walks to the bar*

 

[helenofbritain]

Ah, it's past noon now, so I can join you in a drink. Whatever it is that you just ordered.

Only the most dangerous drink in the universe...

 

[OceanAngel]

*sits behind the bar*

 

[helenofbritain]

Brace yourself...

Below is a brief excerpt from chapter two of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which describes the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster:

“ Here's what the Encyclopaedia Galactica has to say about alcohol. It says that alcohol is a colourless volatile liquid formed by the fermentation of sugars and also notes its intoxicating effect on certain carbon-based life forms. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. It says that the effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick. The Guide also tells you on which planets the best Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters are mixed, how much you can expect to pay for one and what voluntary organizations exist to help you rehabilitate afterwards. The Guide even tells you how you can mix one yourself. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy sells rather better than the Encyclopedia Galactica. ”

The Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster has also been described in the novel as the alcoholic equivalent to a mugging: expensive and bad for the head.

The Guide even tells you how you can mix one yourself

• Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit, it says.
• Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V - Oh, that Santraginean sea water, it says. Oh those Santraginean fish!!!
• Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzene is lost).
• Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it (in memory of all those happy Hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia).
• Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones; subtle, sweet, and mystic.
• Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian suns deep into the heart of the drink.
• Sprinkle Zamphour.
• Add an olive.
• Drink... but... very carefully...

 

[Rebekka]

Only the most dangerous drink in the universe...

Oh, thank goodness - I thought it would be something nasty.

 

[Rebekka]

Just a wodka for me, please.

 

[OceanAngel]

Whatcha all want?

 

[OceanAngel]

*slides a wodlka down the bar*

 

[OceanAngel]

 

[Rebekka]

*slides a wodlka down the bar*

Thanks, and cheers!

Can I help?

 

[Rebekka]

Good grief - now the cat has stopped scratching the wallpaper - to climb in the curtains!!! And it's a plump cat.