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A
huge
young
Vogon
guard
stepped
forward
and
yanked
them
out
of
their
straps
with
his
huge
blubbery
arms
.
"
You
ca
n't
throw
us
into
space
,
"
yelled
Ford
,
"
we
're
trying
to
write
a
book
.
"
"
Resistance
is
useless
!
"
shouted
the
Vogon
guard
back
at
him
.
It
was
the
first
phrase
he
'd
learnt
when
he
joined
the
Vogon
Guard
Corps
.
The
captain
watched
with
detached
amusement
and
then
turned
away
.
Arthur
stared
round
him
wildly
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
die
now
!
"
he
yelled
.
"
I
've
still
got
a
headache
!
I
do
n't
want
to
go
to
heaven
with
a
headache
,
I
'd
be
all
cross
and
would
n't
enjoy
it
!
"
The
guard
grasped
them
both
firmly
round
the
neck
,
and
bowing
deferentially
towards
his
captain
's
back
,
hoiked
them
both
protesting
out
of
the
bridge
.
A
steel
door
closed
and
the
captain
was
on
his
own
again
.
He
hummed
quietly
and
mused
to
himself
,
lightly
fingering
his
notebook
of
verses
.
"
Hmmmm
,
"
he
said
,
"
counterpoint
the
surrealism
of
the
underlying
metaphor
...
"
He
considered
this
for
a
moment
,
and
then
closed
the
book
with
a
grim
smile
.
"
Death
's
too
good
for
them
,
"
he
said
.
