‘Obliteration,’ it said. ‘We seek the Key,’ it repeated. ‘We already have the Wooden Pillar, the Steel Pillar and the Perspex Pillar. In a moment we will have the Gold Bail …’ ‘No you won’t.’ ‘We will,’ stated the robot. ‘No you won’t. It makes my ship work.’ ‘In a moment,’ repeated the robot patiently, ‘we will have the Gold Bail …’ ‘You will not,’ said Zaphod. ‘And then we must go,’ said the robot, in all seriousness, ‘to a party.’ ‘Oh,’ said Zaphod, startled. ‘Can I come?’ ‘No,’ said the robot. ‘We are going to shoot you.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ said Zaphod, waggling his gun. ‘Yes,’ said the robot, and
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