“Oh all right,” he said, “if you must. Ask them what they want to drink.”
A hard cold gleam came into Number Two’s eyes. He advanced slowly on Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent.
“All right, you scum,” he growled, “you vermin…” He jabbed Ford with the Kill-O-Zap gun.
“Steady on, Number Two,” admonished the Captain gently.
“What do you want to drink!!!” Number Two screamed.
“Well the jynnan tonnyx sounds very nice to me,” said Ford, “What about you Arthur?”
Arthur blinked.
“What? Oh, er, yes,” he said.
“With ice or without?” bellowed Number Two.
“Oh, with please,” said Ford.
“Lemon??!!”
“Yes please,” said Ford, “and do you have any of those little biscuits? You know, the cheesy ones?”
“I’m asking the questions!!!!” howled Number Two, his body quaking with apoplectic fury.
“Er, Number Two…” said the Captain softly.
“Sir?!”
“Push off, would you, there’s a good chap. I’m trying to have a relaxing bath.”