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| Tricia...erm....Trillian....uh....hi. You're smelling nice today. I mean...that perfume you're wearing is wonderful, at least, I'm assuming you're wearing perfume. Well, actually... | |
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| Thank you Arthur, and how are you? | |
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| Well, not much is new really, not anything you don't know about, us being in such close proximity to each other every day, on the same ship and all. The usual, I suppose. | |
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| Yes, yes of course. Well, I'll be on my way to breakfast then. Have you seen Zaphod yet this morning? I'd like to join him if he hasn't eaten yet. | |
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| Oh, I saw him in the control room arguing with Eddie again. Seemed drunk out of his skulls. Passed out. Ford tried to wake him up but it was no use. | |
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| Er....maybe I'll pass on breakfast this morning. With that lunkhead anyway. | |
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