Marvin was moping, as usual.. however, at the moment, he was moping not about stupidity in general, as he usually did, but moping about the stupidity of one carbon based life form in particular. Zaphod Beeblebrox, ex president of the Galaxy and perpetual idiot, was engaging in particularily excessive stupidity at the moment. He had cordoned off the control area of the ship and was lighting candles everywhere. He was going to make it up to Trillian – he wasn't quite sure what he was making up, but she was extremely upset, and the dark side of his brain had told him that if he didn't do SOMETHING he would feel the wrath of both Trillian and Fenchurch, and everyone in between, and that, it told him, would not be cool and froody.

So here he was burning incense and candles in the control room. He had scattered roses everywhere at Marvin's suggestion. Marvin was only suggesting this because he enjoyed watching Zaphod do stupid things, but at the same time stupidity depressed him. Zaphod then brewed 2 especially potent Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters and stepped back to admire his work.

"Wowee," he put his hands on his hips and let loose that huge, arrogant, toothy grin. "Now to find Trill."

Marvin sat in the corner, incredibly depressed. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Zaphod didn't seem to take it in, so Marvin repeated himself. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He whirled around dramatically and, reluctantly, met eyes with the paranoid android. "Why zarking not?"

Marvin heaved a dramatic sigh. "She's locked herself in the lavatory. She's extremely depressed about something." He paused. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Perhaps her IQ has gone up by a vast amount. I mean, brain the size of a pla.." But Zaphod was already gone.

I spent an entire bloody half hour working on the control room! How dare she be so zarking inconsiderate, thought Zaphod as he pounded on the lavatory door. "Hey Trill, get outta there!"

There was an icy silence. "Oh really, Zaphod," came Trillian's equally icy voice. "You expect me to not be upset about last night?"

Zaphod felt a very, very minute flicker of shock pass over him for the lesser part of a nanosecond. "What in zark's name are you talking about?"

"Hey hey," Eddie the shipboard computer decided to chime in, "We've got some super deadly missiles heading toward us at a super cool velocity of 100 meters per second." A pause. "This incense is great, guys, thanks so much, it was really starting to stink in here.."

"Incense?" Trillian couldn't stop laughing. Zaphod scrambled towards the control room.