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"
We
've
met
,
"
said
Arthur
sharply
.
When
you
're
cruising
down
the
road
in
the
fast
lane
and
you
lazily
sail
past
a
few
hard
driving
cars
and
are
feeling
pretty
pleased
with
yourself
and
then
accidentally
change
down
from
fourth
to
first
instead
of
third
thus
making
your
engine
leap
out
of
your
bonnet
in
a
rather
ugly
mess
,
it
tends
to
throw
you
off
your
stride
in
much
the
same
way
that
this
remark
threw
Ford
Prefect
off
his
.
"
Err
...
what
?
"
"
I
said
we
've
met
.
"
Zaphod
gave
an
awkward
start
of
surprise
and
jabbed
a
gum
sharply
.
"
Hey
...
er
,
have
we
?
Hey
...
er
...
"
Ford
rounded
on
Arthur
with
an
angry
flash
in
his
eyes
.
Now
he
felt
he
was
back
on
home
ground
he
suddenly
began
to
resent
having
lumbered
himself
with
this
ignorant
primitive
who
knew
as
much
about
the
affairs
of
the
Galaxy
as
an
Ilford-based
gnat
knew
about
life
in
Peking
.
"
What
do
you
mean
you
've
met
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
This
is
Zaphod
Beeblebrox
from
Betelgeuse
Five
you
know
,
not
bloody
Martin
Smith
from
Croydon
.
"
"
I
do
n't
care
,
"
said
Arthur
coldly
.
We
've
met
,
have
n't
we
Zaphod
Beeblebrox
--
or
should
I
say
...
Phil
?
"
"
What
!
"
shouted
Ford
.
