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“Yes. It just boiled away into space.”
“Look,” said Arthur, “I'm a bit upset about that.”
Ford frowned to himself and seemed to roll the thought around his mind.
“Yes, I can understand that,” he said at last.
“Understand that!” shouted Arthur. “Understand that!”
Ford sprang up.
“Keep looking at the book!” he hissed urgently.
“I'm not panicking!”
“Yes you are.”
“Alright so I'm panicking, what else is there to do?”
“You just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy's a fun place. You'll need to have this fish in your ear.”
“I beg your pardon?” asked Arthur, rather politely he thought.
Ford was holding up a small glass jar which quite clearly had a small yellow fish wriggling around in it. Arthur blinked at him. He wished there was something simple and recognizable he could grasp hold of. He would have felt safe if alongside the Dentrassi underwear, the piles of Squornshellous mattresses and the man from Betelgeuse holding up a small yellow fish and offering to put it in his ear he had been able to see just a small packet of corn flakes. He couldn't, and he didn't feel safe.
Suddenly a violent noise leapt at them from no source that he could identify. He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle whilst fighting off a pack of wolves.
“Shush!” said Ford. “Listen, it might be important.”
“It's the Vogon captain making an announcement on the T'annoy.”
“You mean that's how the Vogons talk?”
“But I can't speak Vogon!”
“You don't need to. Just put that fish in your ear.”
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