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Chapter 7

           Itwasthefirstphrasehe’dlearntwhenhejoinedtheVogonGuardCorps.

           Thecaptainwatchedwithdetachedamusementandthenturnedaway.

           Arthurstaredroundhimwildly.

           "Idon’twanttodienow!"heyelled."I’vestillgotaheadache!Idon’twanttogotoheavenwithaheadache,I’dbeallcrossandwouldn’tenjoyit!"

           Theguardgraspedthembothfirmlyroundtheneck,andbowingdeferentiallytowardshiscaptain’sback,hoikedthembothprotestingoutofthebridge.Asteeldoorclosedandthecaptainwasonhisownagain.Hehummedquietlyandmusedtohimself,lightlyfingeringhisnotebookofverses.

           "Hmmmm,"hesaid,"counterpointthesurrealismoftheunderlyingmetaphor…"Heconsideredthisforamoment,andthenclosedthebookwithagrimsmile.

           "Death’stoogoodforthem,"hesaid.

           Thelongsteel-linedcorridorechoedtothefeeblestrugglesofthetwohumanoidsclampedfirmlyunderrubberyVogonarmpits.

           "Thisisgreat,"splutteredArthur,"thisisreallyterrific.Letgoofmeyoubrute!"

           TheVogonguarddraggedthemon.

           "Don’tyouworry,"saidFord,"I’llthinkofsomething."Hedidn’tsoundhopeful.

           "Resistanceisuseless!"bellowedtheguard.

           "Justdon’tsaythingslikethat,"stammeredFord."Howcananyonemaintainapositivementalattitudeifyou’resayingthingslikethat?"

           "MyGod,"complainedArthur,"you’retalkingaboutapositivementalattitudeandyouhaven’tevenhadyourplanetdemolishedtoday.

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