“I have had THE worst day,” Arthur continues. “First, these, er, aliens came to my house and said they wanted to build some rather large, er, space highway right through my living room. I politely told them to piss off. I didn’t have much choice, though, as they took a bulldozer to my bedroom. Anyway, these particular alien fellows aren’t too pleased with me right now, so that’s why I’m here on Luna. I need to find friends of mine — Trillian and Ford Prefect. They’re probably hiding out on Beeblebrox. Damn bugger aliens will probably follow us all the way.”
