Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect utter words from a song that has debatably not yet been written yet, and will never grace the people of earth.
I posted this to tumblr nearly two years ago. As I am still fairly proud of it, I figured I might as well post it here.
"I'm out of touch?" Arthur repeated, somewhat offended by the suggestion of such a thing.
"And," Ford said, putting a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "It seems you're out of time."
The two men looked up at the spaceships, which were hanging in the sky ominously.
"It must be a Thursday."
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