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“The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down his throat, and the best way to irritate him is to feed his grandmother to the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. “On no account allow a Vogon to read poetry at you.” Arthur blinked at it. “What a strange book. How did we get a lift then?” “That's the point, it's out of date now,” said Ford, sliding the book back into its cover. “I'm doing the field research for the New Revised Edition, and one of the things I'll have to include is a bit about how the Vogons now employ Dentrassi cooks which gives us a rather useful little loophole.” A pained expression crossed Arthur's face. “But who are the Dentrassi?” he said. “Great guys,” said Ford. “They're the best cooks and the best drink mixers and they don't give a wet slap about anything else. And they'll always help hitch hikers aboard, partly because they like the company, but mostly because it annoys the Vogons. Which is exactly the sort of thing you need to know if you're an impoverished hitch hiker trying to see the marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan Dollars a day. And that's my job. Fun, isn't it?” Arthur looked lost.

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