option 1 Ford doesn't remember much, but what he does seem to recall is not caring much for authority. Or at least this authority. He isn't actually sure, really, this is the extent of his remembered experience and he instinctively responded to it with disdain and avoidance, so he might as well make a sweeping statement until the accident wears off.
He's had a brain injury, it seems, and he lives here. The latter apparently came before the former, even though it seems as if it ought to be reversed. Something about this place seems incredibly dull and escapable in a familiar sort of way, if not in an actual memory sense. In terms of actual memories, both brain damaged Ford Prefect fresh from the hospital and whatever part of Ford Prefect that hasn't been knocked out of his head for the time being agree: a drink would be incredibly good right now.
After a bit of a directionless yet pointed wander, he finds his way into a bar, and into a terrible whisky, as that appears to be the strongest they have. His wallet has three different cards in it, apparently, so he's not particularly worried. But even so, a backup plan wouldn't be a bad idea. Grabbing a handful of mixed nuts off the bar and sliding it into his satchel, he slides himself off his stool and off along to sit beside someone else in the bar.
"Hello," he says, "What can you tell me about me?"
option 4 Have any of you guys ever seen a UFO, here? I'm no expert, or even necessarily a believer but it seems to be something nearly as common as Bigfoot here in America as far as inexplicable sightings go. I'm interested, anyway.
Ford Prefect | H2G2
Ford doesn't remember much, but what he does seem to recall is not caring much for authority. Or at least this authority. He isn't actually sure, really, this is the extent of his remembered experience and he instinctively responded to it with disdain and avoidance, so he might as well make a sweeping statement until the accident wears off.
He's had a brain injury, it seems, and he lives here. The latter apparently came before the former, even though it seems as if it ought to be reversed. Something about this place seems incredibly dull and escapable in a familiar sort of way, if not in an actual memory sense. In terms of actual memories, both brain damaged Ford Prefect fresh from the hospital and whatever part of Ford Prefect that hasn't been knocked out of his head for the time being agree: a drink would be incredibly good right now.
After a bit of a directionless yet pointed wander, he finds his way into a bar, and into a terrible whisky, as that appears to be the strongest they have. His wallet has three different cards in it, apparently, so he's not particularly worried. But even so, a backup plan wouldn't be a bad idea. Grabbing a handful of mixed nuts off the bar and sliding it into his satchel, he slides himself off his stool and off along to sit beside someone else in the bar.
"Hello," he says, "What can you tell me about me?"
option 4
Have any of you guys ever seen a UFO, here?
I'm no expert, or even necessarily a believer but it seems to be something nearly as common as Bigfoot here in America as far as inexplicable sightings go. I'm interested, anyway.