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“All right, so I’m panicking, what else is there to do?” “You just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy’s a fun place. You’ll need to have this fish in your ear.”
“Er…we’ve got to get manual control of this ship.” “Can you fly her?” asked Ford pleasantly. “No, can you?” “No.” “Trillian, can you?” “No.” “Fine,” said Zaphod, relaxing. “We’ll do it together.” “I can’t either,” said Arthur, who felt it was time he began to assert himself.
“That’s it,” said Zaphod with the sort of grin that would get most people locked away in a room with soft walls.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
“Hey, Zaphod,” said Ford, grabbing for his arm and, on account of the third Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, missing. He pointed a swaying finger.
“Look, surely,” he said, “if the Universe is about to end…don’t we go with it?” Ford gave him a three-Pan-Galactic-Gargle-Blaster look, in other words a rather unsteady one. “No,” he said, “look,” he said, “as soon as you come into this dive you get held in this sort of amazing force-shielded temporal warp thing. I think.”
“Hey, Marvin,” he said into the phone again, “we’re having a great time. Food, wine, a little personal abuse and the Universe going foom. Where can we find you?”
“But what about the End of the Universe? We’ll miss the big moment.” “I’ve seen it. It’s rubbish,” said Zaphod, “nothing but a gnab gib.” “A what?” “Opposite of a big bang. Come on, let’s get zappy.”
