It's not wrong to love yourself to the point of making out, right? It certainly feels hoopy.

[ooc: Affected. And... I'm sorry. It was what came to mind when making his ego go into even more overdrive.]

You all think you're hoopy?

I'm sorry to hurt you all by saying this, but...

I am Zaphod Beeblebrox!

And you're, well, not.

[ooc: Affected. Not that you'd notice.]

[Happy snicker]

Now this is a great way to spend a day.

[ooc: Zaphod has set up a finite improbability drive and is out in the town, making women's undergarments teleport six feet to the left. Where they comically hang for a moment before falling to the ground. Juvenile, yes. Harmless, also yes. This is Zaphod. Feel free to say you were a victim... or use this post to action spam accosting/laughing with the crazy president.]

So, like, I was hanging with this really cool cat yesterday. Almost as cool as me. Two heads and everything. We got totally smashed out of our collective brains on pan galactic gargle blasters, and I wake up, and it's zarking gone, man!

That is so unhoopy.

Alright ladies. I'm looking to taste a lot of different flavors today. That's a Presidential order.

Oh Zarquon.

Oh, oh Zarquon.

I cannot get that horrible tea taste out of my mouth.

Eeeeeeugh.

Mmmm, tea. I love tea. Tea, tea, tea.

Best stuff in the galaxy, tea. The man who invented tea? Almost as hoopy as me.

I'm going to make another pot now. Mmmm, tea.

[ooc: Mirror City. oh dear god.]

Freeeow! That was a lot of baking yesterday, yeah? I nearly did some myself.

And then I remembered I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox. I'm sweet enough already.

I could really go for a drink. Or twelve.

Who's with me? If any lady who's willing to get naked wants to come, that'd be perfect.

[ooc: Affected. But... can you really tell the difference?]

Tis I, Zaphod the president of you
Who brandishes a drink in all my hands
Forsooth did I bequeath mine hoopy day
So you may see me and be merry now