Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 7

           Hejustlaypanting.

           "We’retrappednowaren’twe?"

           "Yes,"saidFord,"we’retrapped."

           "Welldidn’tyouthinkofanything?Ithoughtyousaidyouweregoingtothinkofsomething.Perhapsyouthoughtofsomethinganddidn’tnotice."

           "Ohyes,Ithoughtofsomething,"pantedFord.Arthurlookedupexpectantly.

           "Butunfortunately,"continuedFord,"itratherinvolvedbeingontheothersideofthisairtighthatchway."Hekickedthehatchthey’djustbeenthrough.

           "Butitwasagoodideawasit?"

           "Ohyes,veryneat."

           "Whatwasit?"

           "WellIhadn’tworkedoutthedetailsyet.Notmuchpointnowisthere?"

           "So…er,whathappensnext?"

           "Oh,er,wellthehatchwayinfrontofuswillopenautomaticallyinafewmomentsandwewillshootoutintodeepspaceIexpectandasphyxicate.Ifyoutakealungfulofairwithyouyoucanlastforuptothirtysecondsofcourse…"saidFord.Hestuckhishandsbehindhisback,raisedhiseyebrowsandstartedtohumanoldBetelgeusianbattlehymn.ToArthur’seyeshesuddenlylookedveryalien.

           "Sothisisit,"saidArthur,"we’regoingtodie."

           "Yes,"saidFord,"except…no!Waitaminute!"hesuddenlylungedacrossthechamberatsomethingbehindArthur’slineofvision."What’sthisswitch?"hecried.

           "What?Where?"criedArthurtwistinground.

           "No,Iwasonlyfooling,"saidFord,"wearegoingtodieafterall."

           Heslumpedagainstthewallagainandcarriedonthetunefromwhereheleftoff

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