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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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The parrot in question alighted on The Journalist's shoulder.'Bloody accountants!' it said.CHAPTER SEVENThe vicious rabbits had been brought back under control. The over-excited dot police had been calmed down by their Chief, and the Yassaccan protesters lay groaning in mangled bloody heaps on the ground. It had been a totally successful exercise in crowd management. Flortin Rimanquez saluted smartly as he reported back to the Gat of Blerontis.'Everything under control, your Magnificent Beneficence,' he said. 'You may proceed with the launch.''But Leovinus is still missing,' replied the Gat, who was extremely concerned that he might miss out on the great photo-opportunity of being seen arm in arm with the Greatest Genius the Galaxy Had Ever Produced. It was exactly the sort of thing his sagging poll-ratings needed, said his publicity agent. 'Whatever you do, get your photo next to Leovinus.' It was, indeed, the single most important thing on the Gat's mind throughout the whole proceedings.'With regret, Your Ultimate Lordship,' said the Chief of Police with another sharp salute, 'the crowd down there is fifty million. They are getting extremely restive. I humbly suggest that we get this launch over and done with so my boys can start dispersing them at once -otherwise we might all be sorry.'The Gat could see what he meant. The crowd had already closed in over the bodies of the unfortunate Yassaccan demonstrators, and he could see fights breaking out all over the launch area. 'Very well,' he sighed. 'No thank you!' he added, as the minor official offered him a 'fish-paste' sandwich.'I'm afraid you have to, Your Magnificence, it's all part of the ceremony!' whispered the minor official hurriedly.The Gat groaned and took the 'fish-paste' sandwich. The band struck up the Blerontin National Anthem and the crowd all stood on their heads - as they always did as a mark of respect to the monarchy.'Sirs, madams and things,' intoned the Gat of Blerontis into the ceremonial microphone. 'This "fish- paste" sandwich is delicious!'
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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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The parrot in question alighted on The Journalist's shoulder.'Bloody accountants!' it said.CHAPTER SEVENThe vicious rabbits had been brought back under control. The over-excited dot police had been calmed down by their Chief, and the Yassaccan protesters lay groaning in mangled bloody heaps on the ground. It had been a totally successful exercise in crowd management. Flortin Rimanquez saluted smartly as he reported back to the Gat of Blerontis.'Everything under control, your Magnificent Beneficence,' he said. 'You may proceed with the launch.''But Leovinus is still missing,' replied the Gat, who was extremely concerned that he might miss out on the great photo-opportunity of being seen arm in arm with the Greatest Genius the Galaxy Had Ever Produced. It was exactly the sort of thing his sagging poll-ratings needed, said his publicity agent. 'Whatever you do, get your photo next to Leovinus.' It was, indeed, the single most important thing on the Gat's mind throughout the whole proceedings.'With regret, Your Ultimate Lordship,' said the Chief of Police with another sharp salute, 'the crowd down there is fifty million. They are getting extremely restive. I humbly suggest that we get this launch over and done with so my boys can start dispersing them at once -otherwise we might all be sorry.'The Gat could see what he meant. The crowd had already closed in over the bodies of the unfortunate Yassaccan demonstrators, and he could see fights breaking out all over the launch area. 'Very well,' he sighed. 'No thank you!' he added, as the minor official offered him a 'fish-paste' sandwich.'I'm afraid you have to, Your Magnificence, it's all part of the ceremony!' whispered the minor official hurriedly.The Gat groaned and took the 'fish-paste' sandwich. The band struck up the Blerontin National Anthem and the crowd all stood on their heads - as they always did as a mark of respect to the monarchy.'Sirs, madams and things,' intoned the Gat of Blerontis into the ceremonial microphone. 'This "fish- paste" sandwich is delicious!'
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