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....And a sudden explosion took place somewhere in the bowels of the Heart of
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Gold, knocking Ford out of his bunk and out of a deep sleep. He looked up,
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grabbed his pouch, and ran out of the room and down the hall.
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He jumped into the main control room, and looked around. He saw his friend,
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Arthur Dent, near the control panel, looking a little more than somewhat
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nervous. He also saw Trillian and Zaphod Beeblebrox near the auxilliary control
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panel in the control chairs. Trillian was waking up, and Zaphod was still
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sleeping.
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"What just happened?" Ford thought and said at the same time, causing
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feedback in his head.
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"Errr..." mumbled Arthur.
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Trillian looked around. "Someone's activated the improbability drive!"
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Arthur looked more nervous. "I thought it was a stereo."
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Trillian jumped up and pushed Arthur out of the way. "Let me try to fix it
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before..."
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Improbably, the controls melted.
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"Oh, damn!" she sputtered. She looked over to Zaphod. "Zaphod, wake up!"
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At the sound of his name, his Sirus Cybertronics Bio-mental answering Machine
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took over and lifted one of his heads. "Sorry, dude, I'm not around at the
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moment, but at the sound of the tone..."
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"ZAPHOD!" she screamed.
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The answering machine cut off. Zaphod woke lifted the other head. "Hmm?"
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"The Improbability Drive's on again! I can't shut it off."
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"Uh oh." He went to sleep again.
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"Oh, Zaphod! What do we do now?"
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Another explosion took place outside of the ship. The three awake travelers
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ran to the side window and looked at the source of it.
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Trillian looked back at the direction of the computer. "Computer!"
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Eddie turned on. "Here!"
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"What's going on?"
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"Something highly Improbable, I can tell you. Boy, what a doozy!"
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She looked back out the window.
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Out of a ball of cosmic dust words were forming. They arranged themselves in
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order and said:
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CALL THE SAFEHOUSE 1-612-724-7066 MILLIWAYS 1-609-921-1994
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THE 1985 BBS 1-612-729-1985 THE PIRATES CHEST 1-617-891-1349
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THIS LOGOUT TYPED BY THE SLIPPED DISK...
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"What does that mean?" Thought the travelers in unison. They didn't
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have enough time to think about anything else because they all heard a loud
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sound, like spaghetti being wrapped around a fork.
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Trillian was the first to talk. "Eddie! What's that?!"
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Eddie hummed for a second, then piped up "The phone line is being turned into
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spaghetti at a probability of three million, five hundred and seven to one
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against.....
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