role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.
The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.
The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.
A shadow moved across him again.
'Hello Arthur,' said the shadow.
Arthur looked up and squinting into the sun was startled to see Ford Prefect standing above him.
'Ford! Hello, how are you?'
'Fine,' said Ford, 'look, are you busy?'
'Am I busy?' exclaimed Arthur. 'Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that… well, no not especially, why?'
They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating. He said, 'Good, is there anywhere we can talk?'
'What?' said Arthur Dent.
For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car. Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur.
'We've got to talk,' he said urgently.
'Fine,' said Arthur, 'talk.'
'And drink,' said Ford. 'It's vitally important that we talk and drink. Now. We'll go to the pub in the village.'
He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant.
'Look, don't you understand?' shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. 'That man wants to knock my house down!'
Ford glanced at him, puzzled.
'Well he can do it while you're away can't he?' he asked.
'But I don't want him to!'
'Ah.'
'Look, what's the matter with you Ford?' said Arthur.
'Nothing. Nothing's the matter. Listen to me—I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard. I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.'
'But why?'
'Because you are going to need a very stiff drink.'
Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken. He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.
The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:
Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.
Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song 'Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit').
Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent—who would then have to drink it.
The bottle would then be refilled. The game would be played again. And again.
Once you started to lose you would probably keep losing, because one of the effects of Janx spirit is to depress telepsychic power.
As soon as a predetermined quantity had been consumed, the final loser would have to perform a forfeit, which was usually obscenely biological.
Ford Prefect usually played to lose.
Ford stared at Arthur, who began to think that perhaps he did want to go to the Horse and Groom after all.
'But what about my house…?' he asked plaintively.
Ford looked across to Mr. Prosser, and suddenly a wicked thought struck him.
'He wants to knock your house down?'
'Yes, he wants to build…'
'And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?'
'Yes, and…'
'I'm sure we can come to some arrangement,' said Ford. 'Excuse me!' he shouted.
Mr. Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around. He was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company.
'Yes? Hello?' he called. 'Has Mr. Dent come to his senses yet?'
'Can we for the moment,' called Ford, 'assume that he hasn't?'
'Well?' sighed Mr. Prosser.
'And can we also assume,' said Ford, 'that he's going to be staying here all day?'
'So?'
'So all your men are going to be standing around all day doing nothing?'
'Could be, could be…'
'Well, if you're resigned to doing that anyway, you don't actually need him to lie here all the time do you?'
'What?'
'You don't,' said Ford patiently, 'actually need him here.'
Mr. Prosser thought about this.
'Well no, not as such…', he said, 'not exactly need…' Prosser was worried. He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.
Ford said, 'So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour. How does that sound?'
Mr. Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty.
'That sounds perfectly reasonable,' he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure.
'And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on,' said Ford, 'we can always cover up for you in return.'
'Thank you very much,' said Mr. Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, 'thank you very much, yes, that's very kind…' He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. He could only assume that he had just won.
'So,' continued Ford Prefect, 'if you would just like to come over here and lie down…'
'What?' said Mr. Prosser.
'Ah, I'm sorry,' said Ford, 'perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear. Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr. Dent's house will there?'
'What?' said Mr. Prosser again.
'It's very simple,' said Ford, 'my client, Mr. Dent, says that he will stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over from him.'
'What are you talking about?' said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet.
'You want me,' said Mr. Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, 'to come and lie there…'
'Yes.'
'In front of the bulldozer?'
'Yes.'
