Vogon Constructor Fleet auto-message.

[Alduin Silas]

'People of Earth, your attention please.This is Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic Hyperspace Planning Council.As you will no doubt be aware, the plans for development of the outlying regions of the Galaxy require the building of a hyperspatial express route through your star system, and, regrettably your planet is one of those scheduled for demolition. The process will take slightly less than two of your Earth minutes. Thank you.

 

[Quaxar]

But we weren't informed of this!

 

[Doclector]

Right everyone, make sure you have your towels.

 

[renegade7]

But we weren't informed of this!

The papers were on display in the office at Alpha Centauri only a few light years away. It's your own fault for not paying attention to local affairs. I've no sympathy.

 

[Keoul]

Can I get a lift?
I brought poetry!
And cookies!
[sub][sub]and earmuffs[/sub][/sub]

 

[Groxnax]

Let us call our lawyers and sue yer butts for not properly informing us and destruction of public/private property.

 

[hermes]

How about some hitchhike?
I am a good listener. I could listen to some of your poetry...

Captcha: "be serious now"... really?

 

[Ldude893]

Well, your Vogon haughtiness, I'm afraid this is going to be quite complicated even for you. You see I know these folks at this place called Torchwood...

 

[EscapeGoat_v1legacy]

As I type this, I have with me:

[li]My copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy[/li]
[li]A Sub-Etha "Thumb". [/li]
[li]A couple of play scripts[/li]
and, of course,

[li]My towel.[/li]

 

[JoJo]

This must be Thursday, I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

 

[DoPo]

Damn! And I think I just solved the problem with money.

 

[M0rp43vs]

In unrelated news, Has anyone heard about all the dolphins which disappeared recently?

Now where did I put that towel...

 

[Palademon]

Right then. People, get your towels. We're going to hitch a ride and then we're going to to write a VERY strongly worded letter.

 

[dalek sec]

Well, your Vogon haughtiness, I'm afraid this is going to be quite complicated even for you. You see I know these folks at this place called Torchwood...

*Bro-fist*

Hell, I'd pay to see Captain Jack and crew handle that kind of alien "attack" on us. Just hope he can handle their... *shudders* poetry, I know the dude can't die but I'm sure he wish he could after hearing that stuff for a few moments. Even better would be that dude with the blue box that shows up every so often, hopefully with a red head from Chiswick.

 

[Zen Bard]

So long...and thanks for all the fish.

 

[baconsarnie]

Might as well bash my brains out with a slice of lemon then.

 

[Laughing Man]

I know some mice that may want to have a word about this?

 

[Alex Graves]

So that's what the mayans were on about...guess that explains why they up and left.....welp i have my towel barely two feet away from me so i think i am ok.

Captcha: well now ...huh

 

[Gecko clown]

Right... Anyone one think they can withstand Vogon poetry?

 

[barbzilla]

But we weren't informed of this!

The papers were on display in the office at Alpha Centauri only a few light years away. It's your own fault for not paying attention to local affairs. I've no sympathy.

On display? I had to go down to the basement, it didn't have lights, and someone had removed the stairs. I found it buried under a pile of boxes that said "incinerate"