“Any idea why these guys might want to do this to me?” he added a moment later.
“They believe it will be the best way of destroying you for ever. They know what you’re after.”
“Could they drop me a note and let me know as well?”
“You know,” said Roosta, “you know, Beeblebrox. You want to meet the man who rules the Universe.”
“Can he cook?” said Zaphod. On reflection he added: “I doubt if he can. If he could cook a good meal he wouldn’t worry about the rest of the Universe. I want to meet a cook.”
Roosta sighed heavily.
“What are you doing here anyway?” demanded Zaphod, “what’s all this got to so with you?”
“I’m just one of those who planned this thing, along with Zarniwoop, along with Yooden Vranx, along with your great grandfather, along with you, Beeblebrox.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. I was told you had changed, I didn’t realize how much.”
“But…”
“I am here to do one job. I will do it before I leave you.”
“What job, man, what are you talking about?”
“I will do it before I leave you.”
Roosta lapsed into an impenetrable silence.
Zaphod was terribly glad.