Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three

The news network doesn't like this stuff.In their view, this is really a waste.The most exciting news is that a spaceship has entered London in broad daylight.Three and a half hours later a completely different ship arrived, but for some reason no one was excited this time. "There's a spaceship!" said the front-page headlines on the news, "This time it's pink." It's a pity it didn't appear two months later, otherwise everyone would have been able to hype up the news.When the third spaceship appeared half an hour later, the press had completely lost interest. The four-cabin Kuranti small landing craft only showed its face on the local news, and then fell silent.

Ford and Arthur screamed out of the stratosphere and parked neatly in the Portland area, just after six-thirty, free parking.The crowd quickly gathered and stared at the spaceship. They also mixed into the crowd, and then shouted that if no one had called the police, they would call the police, and they managed to escape. "Home..." Arthur looked around, his eyes were foggy, and there was a hoarse tone in his voice. "Oh, stop playing sentimental with me," snapped Ford. "We've got to find your daughter, and we've got to find that bird thing." "How?" asked Arthur. "There are five billion people on this planet and..."

"That's right," said Ford, "but only one of them came from outer space in a big silver spaceship with a robotic bird. I suggest we just find a TV and watch something while we drink. We Really need some real room service.” They asked for a two-bedroom suite at the Langham Hotel, and Ford's "all you can eat" credit card. Although the card issuer was located on a planet five thousand light-years away, nothing seemed to happen to them on the hotel's computer. difficulty. Ford immediately called, and Arthur tried to find the TV. "Okay," said Ford, "I'll have some margaritas. Two mugs. Two chef's salads, and foie gras, as many of you as you want, delivered to your room. Oh, and There's the London Zoo."

"She's on TV!" Arthur yelled from the next room. "You heard me right," Ford said into the phone. "London Zoo. Just put it on the bill." "She's... God!" cried Arthur. "Guess who's interviewing her?" "Do you have trouble understanding English?" Ford went on. "I'm talking about the zoo just down the road. I don't care if it's closed tonight. I don't want to buy What tickets, I just want to buy that zoo. I don't care if you're busy or not, it's room service, I live in the guest room, and I want you to serve it. Do you have paper on hand? Well, I want you to do it. All can be completely All the animals released into the wild were released, and several teams of professionals were found to supervise them to ensure that they were safe and sound."

"It's Trillian!" Arthur yelled, "or it's...uh...God, I can't stand this parallel universe thing, goddamn I don't get it. Looks like another Trillian. It's Tricia Macmillan, at that, uh, you know, that's what everyone called Trillian before she left Earth. Why don't you come and see, see if you can see something?" "Here we come!" Ford yelled, and then continued to negotiate with room service, "Then we need to get some nature reserves for animals that can't survive in the wild." He said, "Find a team to determine the best Location, maybe need to buy some places like Zaire, maybe a few islands. Madagascar, Baffin, Sumatra. In this category, we need a very rich variety of habitats. Listen, I really don't Understand how you feel there's a problem, learn how to delegate, just hire whoever you want, act. I think you'll find my credit worthwhile, and blue cheese for salad, more."

He put down the phone and went over to Arthur.Arthur was sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV. "I ordered us some foie gras," said Ford. "What?" Arthur's attention was entirely on the TV. "I said I ordered us some foie gras," said Ford. "Oh." Arthur replied vaguely. "Well, I always have something about foie gras. It's too cruel to goose, isn't it?" "Go to hell with them." Ford collapsed on the bed. "You can't manage any goddamn stupid things." "Well, you said it lightly, but..."

"Cut the bullshit!" said Ford. "I'll eat your share if you don't like it. What happened to the TV?" "Chaos!" said Arthur, "chaos! Langdon kept yelling at Trillian, or Tricia, or the one who looked exactly like her. She complained that she had abandoned her, and demanded a home." Classy electronic club. Tricia was crying and said she never met Langdon, let alone had her. Then she suddenly howled too, yes it was some guy named Rupert, said he had amnesia Or something. I didn't quite get that part to be honest. Then Langdon started dropping stuff, so they put in commercials to buy some time to figure it out. Oh! They cut back to the studio again! Close Look good on your lips."

A very confused announcer appeared on the screen, apologizing to the audience for the previous interruption.He said he didn't have a clear storyline, other than to tell everyone that the mysterious girl -- who called herself Landon Ever Flying Dent -- had just left the studio to, uh, rest.And Tricia McMillan, he hopes, will be back with everyone tomorrow.At the same time, there is now new news about UFOs... Ford jumped up from the bed, grabbed the nearest phone and dialed a number. "Concierge? Want to own the hotel? As long as you can find out which club Tricia McMillan is a member of for me in five minutes, the hotel will be yours. Just charge it to your account." .”