Tea.

A knock. Well, Two.

True love, in Arthur Dent's green and nebula-like eyes, was tea. Tea and all the accompanying decoration, like a pack of 8 rich tea biscuits and a bottle of the Ol' Janx Spirit- oh wait- that's Zaphod... But, of course, the tea was the only thing that mattered to him, for tea was the only constant in Arthur Dent's laundry-less life because unfortunately he still doesn't have laundry.

You see, the same thing happened again. This time, it was for real.

The Vogons created a slightly more ingenious device. Slightly. The meeting went something like this:

"I want this planet out of the way." You'd be happy to know that Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz was just as ugly as we left him in the last installation, maybe even uglier.

"We need a thing."

"Do you want me to lose my temper with you?" the answer to this question should be no, but this guy is new.

"I'm just trying-"

"Did you just interrupt me?"

"No, sir. I-"

"You're doing it- urgh," he sighed. He sighed so deeply that he blew the scintillating jewel scuttling crab across the meeting table, knocking over the babel fish bowl with 'so long and thanks for all the fish' written on the side of it. Why the bowl has 'so long and thanks for all the fish' written on the side, or that it was filled with babel fish, or even that it was on the meeting table in the first place, is a mystery. But, it was no longer there, so these questions have been deemed pointless by the Megadodo Publication's Time and Whole Sort of General Mish Mash department.

"We need, as I was saying-"

"Don't take that tone with me," he sighed, again. The scintillating jewel scuttling crab flew across the table again, this time not knocking over any fish bowls.

"We need a thing that can wipe out all versions of the same-"

"I'VE GOT IT!" you could feel the tension rising. You could also feel the rising of

Alpha Proxima, along with the rising volume of the dawn chorus performed by small furry creatures from Alpha Centuri. "We should create a thing that can wipe out all versions of the same planet, and we all know what planet I'm talking about don't we?" this was his attempt at a joke, but Vogon's tend not to laugh, mainly because it's painful, but also because it's actually quite rude.

Well, they made it and it was quite small – about the size of an adolescent Boghog, which is about the same size as a newborn Arcturian Megadonkey. The Vogons then lost it. By lost I mean eaten. By eaten I mean digested in the stomach of a Vogon, but we will not point fingers. So, they made it again, but made it the size of Arcturian Meganat (the spelling should have another g before the n but there was a spelling mistake and it's just stuck). The guide underestimates the size of this gnat, as it says that you can shield yourself from it using a towel, which is stupid. If you could shield yourself from it using a towel, then it would be a size of a gnat, but it's a Meganat which is a lot bigger, displayed by the "mega" before the "nat". you will probably be crushed, with towel or otherwise.

Enough about the Arcturian Meganats.

On earth, it was morning. And by morning, I mean a slightly lighter pale grey than the grey night beforehand. Arthur Dent has stretched, rolled out of bed, and stretched again. And now Arthur Dent was making his final cup of tea, but he would not be able to drink it, because he had to hitch a ride. And by ride I mean a spaceship ride, not a four by four ride home to Taunton.