Zaphod opened some eyes and glowered at him.
``You,'' he spat. He staggered to his feet and stomped off to find a chair to slump into. He found one and slumped into it.
``I have programmed the computer with the Improbability Coordinates pertinent to our journey,'' said Zarniwoop, ``we will arrive there very shortly. Meanwhile, why don't you relax and prepare yourself for the meeting?''
Zaphod said nothing. He got up again and marched over to a small cabinet from which he pulled a bottle of old Janx spirit. He took a long pull at it.
``And when this is all done,'' said Zaphod savagely, ``it's done, alright? I'm free to go and do what the hell I like and lie on beaches and stuff?''
``It depends what transpires from the meeting,'' said Zarniwoop.
``Zaphod, who is this man?'' said Trillian shakily, wobbling to her feet, ``What's he doing here? Why's he on our ship?''
``He's a very stupid man,'' said Zaphod, ``who wants to meet the man who rules the Universe.''
``Ah,'' said Trillian taking the bottle from Zaphod and helping herself, ``a social climber.''
