A pootle-tink bird sidled alongside him. “Bloody Vogons,” it said from the side of its beak. “They’ve been here a few days. Apparently someone forgot to file planning permission for that hut.” “Typical,” said Arthur, then closed his eyes and wished he was somewhere else with someone else. Guide Note: Arthur Dent’s almost incredible bad luck created a providence vacuum which led to unbelievably good fortune for a being on the other side of the Universe. A certain Mr. A. Grajag, a little known sportscaster from Un Hye, was successfully resuscitated after six months of near flat lines on his
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