Robots, said Zaphod, what are you robots doing here?
We have come, rasped the robot, for the Gold of the Bail.
Zaphod nodded. He waggled his gun to invite further elaboration. The robot seemed to understand this.
The Gold Bail is part of the Key we seek, continued the robot, to release our Masters from Krikkit.
Zaphod nodded again. He waggled his gun again.
The Key, continued the robot simply, was disintegrated in time and space. The Golden Bail is embedded in the device which drives your ship. It will be reconstituted in the Key. Our Masters shall be released. The Universal Readjustment will continue.
Zaphod nodded again.
What are you talking about? he said.
A slightly pained expression seemed to cross the robot’s totally expressionless face. He seemed to be finding the conversation depressing.
Obliteration, it said. We seek the Key, it repeated, we already have the Wooden Pillar, the Steel Pillar and the Perspex Pillar. In a moment we will have the Gold Bail…
No you won’t.
We will, stated the robot.
No you won’t. It makes my ship work.
In a moment, repeated the robot patiently, we will have the Gold Bail…
You will not, said Zaphod.
And then we must go, said the robot, in all seriousness, to a party.
Oh, said Zaphod, startled. Can I come?
No, said the robot. We are going to shoot you.
Oh yeah? said Zaphod, waggling his gun.
Yes, said the robot, and they shot him.
Zaphod was so surprised that they had to shoot him again before he fell down.
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