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`...and the Universe,' continued the waiter, determined not to be
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deflected on his home stretch, `will explode later for your pleasure.'
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Ford's head swivelled slowly towards him. He spoke with feeling.
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`Wow,' he said, `What sort of drinks do you serve in this place?'
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The waiter laughed a polite little waiter's laugh.
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`Ah,' he said, `I think sir has perhaps misunderstood me.'
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`Oh, I hope not,' breathed Ford.
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- Ford in paradise.
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