Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unassuming yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta. You can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors. You can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon, or use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth.
People of Earth, your attention, please. This is Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic Hyperspace Planning Council. As you will no doubt be aware, the plans for development of the outlying regions of the Galaxy require the building of a hyperspatial express route through your star system. And regrettably, your planet is one of those scheduled for demolition. The process will take slightly less than two of your Earth minutes. Thank you.
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While it’s against my religion to eat any form of vegetable that hasn’t been deep fried and inserted into a well-cooked turkey, I’ll admit that I’m all for blowing them up with high explosives. Of course, these are more along the lines of medium explosives , but you try explaining that to a TSA agent in a pinch. They don’t care if it’s high, low, or medium explosives; they’re giving you a cavity search, and that’s final.