http://best-bang-yet.livejournal.com/ (
best-bang-yet.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhigh2005-09-15 01:58 am
Entry tags:
Fashion, Style, and all other things you need to know to be a generally Hoopy Kid. 101.
Zaphod walks into class somberly, and stares at his students. For a few long moments, the room is eclipsed in silence.
“Your world is going to end.”
Zaphod’s deep baritone cuts through the room like a knife. Without waiting for the students’ reactions, he continues.
“Specifically, it’s going to be annihilated by a fleet of alien ships. Or it’s going to be eradicated by nuclear missiles, as yours is one of the only planets still backwater enough to think that keeping highly explosive war machines in populated areas is a keen idea. Or, a new ice age will make you all into semi-evolved popsiciles.”
As he speaks, Zaphod’s mouths start to quiver.
“Or gnomes will stop hiding in the dryers and eat you all in your sleep. Or the cheese monkeys will finally show themselves and start the revolution. HAH! Oh man, are you kids buying this? You should have seen your faces. Some of you were even there till the bit about the cheese monkeys. Wild.”
Zaphod grins winningly. “No, really, your world is going to be blown to smithereens. But, there’s nothing you can do about it. I could do something about it, but I don’t really care for paperwork. So, if you’re going to die a brief, but painful death, you may as well do so looking good. Take a look at me.”
Zaphod motions to himself. “Good lord, just look at me. This kids, is style. This vest, made out of 100% Bethselamin hooker fur. The cowboy boots too. The pale green is particularly hard to come by. And I mean that in more ways than one.”
“Some of you may argue that I don’t match. That fur and spandex aren’t meant to tango. I argue that most of you are primates, so what does your opinion matter? It doesn’t. Style is an attitude. You wear what you want, wear it with really hip machismo, and eventually suckers with no self-esteem of their own follow you blindly. I was president of the galaxy, I know a thing or two about followers.”
“Take a tick to look over your syllabus.
“Now, I’m going to give you this week’s theme. Bondage Space Pirates. Make it work. Oh, and keep it pg-13 rated. If I get fired, I can’t convince the Principal she’s mad for the Beeblebrox.”
Zaphod leans back in his chair, pulls out a magazine, and waits to be semi-impressed.
“Your world is going to end.”
Zaphod’s deep baritone cuts through the room like a knife. Without waiting for the students’ reactions, he continues.
“Specifically, it’s going to be annihilated by a fleet of alien ships. Or it’s going to be eradicated by nuclear missiles, as yours is one of the only planets still backwater enough to think that keeping highly explosive war machines in populated areas is a keen idea. Or, a new ice age will make you all into semi-evolved popsiciles.”
As he speaks, Zaphod’s mouths start to quiver.
“Or gnomes will stop hiding in the dryers and eat you all in your sleep. Or the cheese monkeys will finally show themselves and start the revolution. HAH! Oh man, are you kids buying this? You should have seen your faces. Some of you were even there till the bit about the cheese monkeys. Wild.”
Zaphod grins winningly. “No, really, your world is going to be blown to smithereens. But, there’s nothing you can do about it. I could do something about it, but I don’t really care for paperwork. So, if you’re going to die a brief, but painful death, you may as well do so looking good. Take a look at me.”
Zaphod motions to himself. “Good lord, just look at me. This kids, is style. This vest, made out of 100% Bethselamin hooker fur. The cowboy boots too. The pale green is particularly hard to come by. And I mean that in more ways than one.”
“Some of you may argue that I don’t match. That fur and spandex aren’t meant to tango. I argue that most of you are primates, so what does your opinion matter? It doesn’t. Style is an attitude. You wear what you want, wear it with really hip machismo, and eventually suckers with no self-esteem of their own follow you blindly. I was president of the galaxy, I know a thing or two about followers.”
“Take a tick to look over your syllabus.
“Now, I’m going to give you this week’s theme. Bondage Space Pirates. Make it work. Oh, and keep it pg-13 rated. If I get fired, I can’t convince the Principal she’s mad for the Beeblebrox.”
Zaphod leans back in his chair, pulls out a magazine, and waits to be semi-impressed.

no subject
no subject
no subject
((ooc: rotflmao That's great. :) ))
no subject
Mister Beeblebrox, since England won the Ashes earlier this week without the ah, um, bureaucratic intervention of which you speak, this particular planet is safe for at least another three years. Please try not to disturb our students more than is ...
*looks at the Big Z's appearance*
*deep breath*
... more than is absolutely unavoidable.
*pause*
And you know my views on bringing news of the future into earlier timelines. Please try to have some semblance of self-control.
*realises how unlikely that is*
no subject
*points to other head*
It's his-self you should worry about.
What's this worrying about timelines anyway? It all sorts itself out in the end. Or doesn't. But if that's the case, then it is or isn't not going or going to work not out no matter what. You know that, provided you don't mull over it too long.
I think what you need is a girlfriend. Boyfriend. Eunich? I think we've got one.
no subject
I'm not going to take a boyfriend again any time soon. Not since that whole Arthur thing blew up in my face. So to speak.
I understand that my landlady (http://www.livejournal.com/users/deirdreofamber/1885.html) has offerred to host a sort of ladies' club. I wonder if I might meet someone there?
no subject
(Anonymous) 2005-09-15 08:57 am (UTC)(link)no subject
no subject
You know oldie, I thought there was more to that kid than he was letting on! I think the paranoid robot called it first.
Far as your landla
dy, I say go for whatever works and doesn't break galactic law. Much. I've got some wild drink mixes I can float your way.no subject
((ooc: bondage space pirates? 0.o I think that's the weirdest thing i heard all week))
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
*notices Beeblebrox, and grins. Waves manically at him for a bit, and then turns one of the desks into a mountain goat*
*wanders away*
no subject
And wanting to snog him, of course.]no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
If they were allowed to refuse, there wouldn't be much point in having partners, would there? Just keep in mind that they get to dress you as well.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
"I-I...um. Sure, why not? If you don't mind me asking, where did you get all those...things?"
OOC: LOL!
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
He sits down and thinks about what he's seen some of the girls in his classes wearing, and a slow smile comes over his face.
He can't wait for Quinn to arrive.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
That is brilliant!