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He
looked
about
the
cabin
but
could
see
very
little
;
strange
monstrous
shadows
loomed
and
leaped
with
the
tiny
flickering
flame
,
but
all
was
quiet
.
He
breathed
a
silent
thank
you
to
the
Dentrassis
.
The
Dentrassis
are
an
unruly
tribe
of
gourmands
,
a
wild
but
pleasant
bunch
whom
the
Vogons
had
recently
taken
to
employing
as
catering
staff
on
their
long
haul
fleets
,
on
the
strict
understanding
that
they
keep
themselves
very
much
to
themselves
.
This
suited
the
Dentrassis
fine
,
because
they
loved
Vogon
money
,
which
is
one
of
the
hardest
currencies
in
space
,
but
loathed
the
Vogons
themselves
.
The
only
sort
of
Vogon
a
Dentrassi
liked
to
see
was
an
annoyed
Vogon
.
It
was
because
of
this
tiny
piece
of
information
that
Ford
Prefect
was
not
now
a
whiff
of
hydrogen
,
ozone
and
carbon
monoxide
.
He
heard
a
slight
groan
.
By
the
light
of
the
match
he
saw
a
heavy
shape
moving
slightly
on
the
floor
.
Quickly
he
shook
the
match
out
,
reached
in
his
pocket
,
found
what
he
was
looking
for
and
took
it
out
.
He
crouched
on
the
floor
.
The
shape
moved
again
.
Ford
Prefect
said
:
"
I
bought
some
peanuts
.
"
Arthur
Dent
moved
,
and
groaned
again
,
muttering
incoherently
.
"
Here
,
have
some
,
"
urged
Ford
,
shaking
the
packet
again
,
"
if
you
've
never
been
through
a
matter
transference
beam
before
you
've
probably
lost
some
salt
and
protein
.
The
beer
you
had
should
have
cushioned
your
system
a
bit
.
"
"
Whhhrrrr
...
"
said
Arthur
Dent
.
He
opened
his
eyes
.
"
It
's
dark
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Ford
Prefect
,
"
it
's
dark
.
"
