“We don’t want to shoot you, Beeblebrox!” shouted the figure. “Suits me fine!” shouted Zaphod back, and dived down a wide gap between two data process units. The others swerved in behind him. “There are two of them,” said Trillian. “We’re cornered.” They squeezed themselves down in an angle between a large computer data bank and the wall. They held their breath and waited. Suddenly the air exploded with energy bolts as both the cops opened fire on them simultaneously. “Hey, they’re shooting at us,” said Arthur, crouching in a tight ball. “I thought they said they didn’t want to do that.”
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