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Ford
and
Arthur
stared
about
them
.
"
Well
,
what
do
you
think
?
"
said
Ford
.
"
It
's
a
bit
squalid
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Ford
frowned
at
the
grubby
mattress
,
unwashed
cups
and
unidentifiable
bits
of
smelly
alien
underwear
that
lay
around
the
cramped
cabin
.
"
Well
,
this
is
a
working
ship
,
you
see
,
"
said
Ford
.
"
These
are
the
Dentrassi
sleeping
quarters
.
"
"
I
thought
you
said
they
were
called
Vogons
or
something
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Ford
,
"
the
Vogons
run
the
ship
,
the
Dentrassis
are
the
cooks
,
they
let
us
on
board
.
"
"
I
'm
confused
,
"
said
Arthur
.
"
Here
,
have
a
look
at
this
,
"
said
Ford
.
He
sat
down
on
one
of
the
mattresses
and
rummaged
about
in
his
satchel
.
Arthur
prodded
the
mattress
nervously
and
then
sat
on
it
himself
:
in
fact
he
had
very
little
to
be
nervous
about
,
because
all
mattresses
grown
in
the
swamps
of
Squornshellous
Zeta
are
very
thoroughly
killed
and
dried
before
being
put
to
service
.
Very
few
have
ever
come
to
life
again
.
