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A peculiar tingling sensation at the back of his neck was
creeping up across his cheeks and heating his brow.

He started to speak, and stopped.

He started to speak again and stopped again.

Finally he managed to speak.

"Er," he said. He cleared his throat.

"Tell me," he continued, and said it so nervously that the others
all turned to stare at him. He glanced at the approaching yellow
blob on the vision screen.

"Tell me," he said again, "did the computer say what was
occupying it? I just ask out of interest ..."

Their eyes were riveted on him.

"And, er ... well that's it really, just asking."

Zaphod put out a hand and held Arthur by the scruff of the neck.

"What have you done to it, Monkeyman?" he breathed.

"Well," said Arthur, "nothing in fact. It's just that I think a
short while ago it was trying to work out how to ..."

"Yes?"

"Make me some tea."

"That's right guys," the computer sang out suddenly, "just coping
with that problem right now, and wow, it's a biggy. Be with you
in a while." It lapsed back into a silence that was only matched
for sheer intensity by the silence of the three people staring at
Arthur Dent.

As if to relieve the tension, the Vogons chose that moment to
start firing.

The ship shook, the ship thundered. Outside, the inch thick
force-shield around it blistered, crackled and spat under the
barrage of a dozen 30-Megahurt Definit-Kil Photrazon Cannon, and
looked as if it wouldn't be around for long. Four minutes is how
long Ford Prefect gave it."Three minutes and fifty seconds," he
said a short while later.