Welcome to the Starship Heart of Gold.

Please do not be alarmed by anything you see or hear around you. You are bound to feel some initial ill effects as you have been rescued from certain death at an improbability level of two to the power of two hundred and seventy-six thousand to one against - possibly much higher. We are now cruising at a level of two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against and falling, and we will be restoring normality just as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway. Thank you. Two to the power of twenty thousand to one against and falling.

Until reality returns, we'll be serving Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters in the lounge. First come, first serve. :beer:

to the power of twenty five thousand to one against and rising !

pray tell, number six

The effect of drinking a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.

To make one, take the juice from one bottle of the Ol' Janx Spirit. Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V-Oh, that Santraginean seawater, oh those Santraginean fish!

Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).

Allow four liters of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in memory of all tose happy hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia.

Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odors of the dark Qualactin Zones, subtle, sweet and mystic.

Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink.

Sprinkle Zamphuor.

Add an olive.

Drink...but...very carefully...

There are voluntary organizations to help you rehabilitate afterward.:beer:

me when I was young......

:shrug:

I didn't listen! :dunce:

cheers or whatever it is they salute each other with in the shadows of the Saturnian rings.