Part 6 (2/2)
It took out the floor, too.
”h.e.l.l's bells!” the machine roared as it plummeted fifteen storeys and smashed itself to bits on the ground below.
”What a depressingly stupid machine,” said Marvin and trudged away.
Chapter 8
”So, do we just sit here, or what?” said Zaphod angrily, ”what do these guys out here want?”
”You, Beeblebrox,” said Roosta, ”they're going to take you to the Frogstar the most totally evil world in the Galaxy.”
”Oh, yeah?” said Zaphod. ”They'll have to come and get me first.”
”They have come and got you,” said Roosta, ”look out of the window.”
Zaphod looked, and gaped.
”The ground's going away!” he gasped, ”where are they taking the ground?”
”They're taking the building,” said Roosta, ”we're airborne.”
Clouds streaked past the office window.
Out in the open air again Zaphod could see the ring of dark green Frogstar Fighters round the uprooted tower of the building. A network of force beams radiated in from them and held the tower in a firm grip.
Zaphod shook his head in perplexity.
”What have I done to deserve this?” he said, ”I walk into a building, they take it away.”
”It's not what you've done they're worried about,” said Roosta, ”it's what you're going to do.”
”Well don't I get a say in that?”
”You did, years ago. You'd better hold on, we're in for a fast and b.u.mpy journey.”
”If I ever meet myself,” said Zaphod, ”I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's. .h.i.t me.”
Marvin trudged in through the door, looked at Zaphod accusingly, slumped in a corner and switched himself off.
On the bridge of the Heart of Gold, all was silent. Arthur stared at the rack in front of him and thought. He caught Trillian's eyes as she looked at him inquiringly. He looked back at the rack.
Finally he saw it.
He picked up five small plastic squares and laid them on the board that lay just in front of the rack.
The five squares had on them the five letters E, X, Q, U and I.
He laid them next to the letters S, I, T, E.
”Exquisite,” he said, ”on a triple word score. Scores rather a lot I'm afraid.”
The s.h.i.+p b.u.mped and scattered some of the letters for the 'n'th time.
Trillian sighed and started to sort them out again.
Up and down the silent corridors echoed Ford Prefect's feet as he stalked the s.h.i.+p thumping dead instruments.
Why did the s.h.i.+p keep shaking? he thought.
Why did it rock and sway?
Why could he not find out where they were?
Where, basically, were they?
The left-hand tower of the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy offices streaked through interstellar s.p.a.ce at a speed never equalled either before or since by any other office block in the Universe.
In a room halfway up it, Zaphod Beeblebrox strode angrily.
Roosta sat on the edge of the desk doing some routine towel maintenance.
”Hey, where did you say this building was flying to?” demanded Zaphod.
”The Frogstar,” said Roosta, ”the most totally evil place in the Universe.”
”Do they have food there?” said Zaphod.
”Food? You're going to the Frogstar and you're worried about whether they got food?”
”Without food I may not make it to the Frogstar.”
Out of the window, they could see nothing but the flickering light of the force beams, and vague green streaks which were presumably the distorted shapes of the Frogstar Fighters. At this speed, s.p.a.ce itself was invisible, and indeed unreal.
”Here, suck this,” said Roosta, offering Zaphod his towel.
Zaphod stared at him as if he expected a cuckoo to leap out of his forehead on a small spring.
”It's soaked in nutrients,” explained Roosta.
”What are you, a messy eater or something?” said Zaphod.
”The yellow stripes are high in protein, the green ones have vitamin B and C complexes, the little pink flowers contain wheatgerm extracts.”
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