The Hardest Assumption To Challenge Is The

Nobody Got Murdered Before Lunch. But Nobody. People Weren't Up To It. You Needed A Good Lunch To Get Both The Blood-sugar And Blood-lust Levels Up.

There Was A Point To This Story, But It Has Temporarily Escaped The Chronicler's Mind.

You Know," Said Arthur, "it's At Times Like This, When I'm Trapped In A Vogon Airlock With A Man From Betelgeuse, And About To Die Of Asphyxiation In Deep Space That I Really Wish I'd Listened To What My Mother Told Me When I Was Young." "why, What Did She Tell You?" "i Don't Know, I Didn't Listen.

Marvin Was Humming Ironically Because He Hated Humans So Much.

Democracy Is All About Not Electing The Wrong Man-eating Lizard.