It's possible that Zaphod meant to pay his bar tab.
(At a possibility of 12, 348, 873, 125 to 1 against.)
But things just kept getting in the way. There was that Galactic uprising, and the supernova that wiped out most of the Eratus quadrant, not to mention he's fairly sure three races of sub-cellular beings are waging a violent war in the third-best sink on the Heart of Gold, plus he had that magazine interview, so, you know, he's been busy.
"Hey, baby," he tells the bar, stroking it affectionately, "you knew I'd be back. Right?"
The Bar is silent. The Heart of Gold lurks outside, engines humming in a way that sounds suspiciously like a self-satisfied chuckle.
Which leaves Zaphod behind the bar, searching through the bottles for something he can't remember and wouldn't recognize anyway, if he saw it.
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(At a possibility of 12, 348, 873, 125 to 1 against.)
But things just kept getting in the way. There was that Galactic uprising, and the supernova that wiped out most of the Eratus quadrant, not to mention he's fairly sure three races of sub-cellular beings are waging a violent war in the third-best sink on the Heart of Gold, plus he had that magazine interview, so, you know, he's been busy.
"Hey, baby," he tells the bar, stroking it affectionately, "you knew I'd be back. Right?"
The Bar is silent. The Heart of Gold lurks outside, engines humming in a way that sounds suspiciously like a self-satisfied chuckle.
Which leaves Zaphod behind the bar, searching through the bottles for something he can't remember and wouldn't recognize anyway, if he saw it.
But he'll make a you drink, if you ask.
It just might not be exactly what you asked for.