Ford Prefect, said Ford Prefect with a shrug.
Prak jiggled his head.
And I, said Zaphod, when he judged that the silence was once again deep enough to allow an announcement of such gravity to be tossed in lightly, am Zaphod Beeblebrox.
Prak jiggled his head.
Who’s this guy? said Prak jiggling his shoulder at Arthur, who was standing silent for a moment, lost in disappointed thoughts.
Me? said Arthur. Oh, my name’s Arthur Dent.
Prak’s eyes popped out of his head.
No kidding? he yelped. You are Arthur Dent? The Arthur Dent?
He staggered backwards, clutching his stomach and convulsed with fresh paroxysms of laughter.
Hey, just think of meeting you! he gasped. Boy, he shouted, you are the most… wow, you just leave the frogs standing! he howled and screamed with laughter. He fell over backwards on to the bench. He hollered and yelled in hysterics. He cried with laughter, he kicked his legs in the air, he beat his chest. Gradually he subsided, panting. He looked at them. He looked at Arthur. He fell back again howling with laughter. Eventually he fell asleep.
Arthur stood there with his lips twitching whilst the others carried Prak comatose on to the ship.
Before we picked up Prak, said Arthur, I was going to leave. I still want to, and I think I should do so as soon as possible.
The others nodded in silence, a silence which was only slightly undermined by the heavily muffled and distant sound of hysterical laughter which came drifting from Prak’s cabin at the farthest end of the ship.
We have questioned him, continued Arthur, or at least, you have questioned him I, as you know, can’t go near him on everything, and he doesn’t really seem to have anything to contribute. Just the occasional snippet, and things I don’t want to hear about frogs.
The others tried not to smirk.
vt. 捐助,投稿
vi. 投稿,贡献,是原因