Star Date: Unknown
Time: Tea Time
Mood: Gleeful (Just don't tell anyone)
I thought I'd write one last time today, because, well… I survived and I didn’t want the last log I write to be quite as histrionic as the previous one was. Somehow we escaped the Vogons. Apparently, the Improbability Drive kicked in and zapped us away from the attacking battleships. Trillian tried to explain exactly how it worked to me, but as usual, I left the conversation feeling very confused. She definitely is a stunner, but that bird makes my brain hurt everytime she opens her mouth. I like her though, but I think she just pities me, which is a bit frustrating.
One great thing did come out of all this chaos—I finally got a real cup of tea. When we were searching the ship for Zaphod and Marvin, (Oh, I guess I should mention they’re missing), I found it—a sterling silver teapot, bone china cup, saucer and creamer, and inside them where the components of the best cup of tea I have ever had in my life. Think of the best day of you ever had, now multiply that sense of enjoyment you felt by ten, then by a thousand, then by a billion. That is how it felt to finally enjoy a cup of dry leaves boiled in water with milk. I can’t tell Ford and Trillian about how truly and totally mindboggling happy this made me because it might remind them of why we were in that mess a few hours ago in the first place. Zaphod and Marvin seem to have completely disappeared, and until we find them, I think it is best if I don’t gloat about my small victory.
For now, I will comfort myself with the warm and cozy memories of what had to have been the best cup of tea in the Galaxy. Now if only I had asked for some biscuits too…
Arthur
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