John "The Gneech" Robey (the_gneech) wrote,
John "The Gneech" Robey

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From Memory

FORD: Well, I'm sure you all have lots to talk about, so if you could just drop us off on the nearest convenient planet--

CAPTAIN: Ah, well, I'm afraid we can't do that. You see, none of us are very good at that sort of thing, so our trajectory thingie was pre-programmed before we left Golgafrincham. So you're stuck with us all the way, I'm afraid.

ARTHUR: So when are you supposed to land?

CAPTAIN: Oh, any time now. Just about time for me to be getting out of this bath, I should think. But why stop now just when I'm enjoying myself? Anyway, we aren't really programmed to land on the new world, so much as crash on it.


CAPTAIN: Yes, crash. There was a terribly good reason for it, but it seems to have slipped my mind at the moment.

FORD: You're all a load of useless, bloody loonies!

CAPTAIN: That was it! That was the reason!


-The Gneech
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