Re: Skeletons
FORD:
Hey Marvin!
MARVIN:
What do you want?
FORD:
Give Zaphod a yell will you?
MARVIN:
Ahhh. Mind-taxing time again is it?
FORD:
Just get on with it.
MARVIN:
I’ve just worked out an answer to the square root of minus one.
FORD:
Go and get Zaphod.
MARVIN:
It’s never been worked out before. It’s always been thought impossible.
FORD:
Go and get -
MARVIN:
I’m going. Pausing only to reconstruct the whole infrastructure of integral mathematics in his head, he went about his humble task. Never thinking to ask for reward, recognition, or even a moment’s ease from the terrible pain in all the diodes down his left side. “Fetch Beeblebrox,” they say, and forth he goes.
[Door hums open]
ARTHUR:
Don’t you think we should do something for him?
FORD:
Hmm… we could rip out his voice-box for a start.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
