Ford sighed dramatically and put down the half-finished notes. There are three certain things in life, he thought. Death, taxes and the fact that I'm going to commit suicide if I hear another word about the Great Collapsing Hrung Disaster of Betelgeuse Seven. I mean, why the hell do they teach us this if nobody has a clue how it happened? He couldn't pay attention, anyway. Being in the cybercubicle next to Zaphod meant that you couldn't hear the teacher for all the talking in front of you, but in the end, you learned a hell of a lot more than you would listening to a projection jabbering about Hrungs. "Hey" Zaphod whispered. "You know what's gonna go down at the spaceport?" Ford turned, interested. "No, what?" "They're unveiling the blueprints for the Heart of Gold. Well, they would be if we weren't gonna steal 'em first." Fords mind work hard, trying to remember anything in Zaphod that ad shown suicidal tendencies before. "You can't be serious" Ford gasped. "It's… impossible." You're forgetting" Zaphod said slyly. "I'm the Zaphod Beeblebrox."