Jane Eyre
uhmm, stood firm in her principles until a shamed
Zaphod Beeblebrox
couldn’t take it anymore and cried “Uncle!” with both heads?? (I dunno. You try writing these!) Jane Eyre dominated the match with something like 537 service aces. Not bad for a tiny birdlike creature. Well, she’s got a will of iron, that girl. With the second set tied 6-all, Jane and Zaftig Bubblegum were forced into a tie-break. Sadly, the second head raised its ugly head, obscuring peripheral vision as predicted, ahem, and Ziti Bacchanal double-faulted match point away.
Oof. Painful. Polish up that Boo-Bye, Zinke.
Look, this is, like, crazy stuff happening here … guys
I am, like, a big deal, you know. Someone hit the improbability drive and FREEOW! Zaphod’s pasty.
Well, that and I couldn’t keep my eyes off that ball girl.
Oh well, cats and kitten, not like I can be bothered to hang where the hipness has hopped. The party follows me, sentients. What the Zarquon am I saying? I AM the party.
Um … anybody seen manic depressive robot meandering about?
Zaftig Bubblegum? HAHAHAHAHA!
Suck it, weirdo! England (and Mr. Rochester) WILL BE MINE!!!
Ziti Bacchanal sounds like Christmas Eve at my cousins’ house.