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The Restaurant At the End of the Universe


Step into the bar and survey the scene What is, what was, and what has yet to be There's the lizards from the night before And there's the body without a soul The MC says "Ladies and gentlemen, We've got a sight you must see to believe in. As the dome roof rolls back into place, Please take a look into outer space. If you've not seen it before, please grab your seats The world will end at a quarter to three." Some people trembled, some people gasped Some people struggled to get drunk for their last Others who had been here before Quaintly downed their drinks and ordered some more "We've some people here from the Church of Zarquon" The MC jeered into his microphone, "Who want to see their prophet show up. He'd better hurry, cause time's almost up." Applause rang all around the bar Except the angry followers of the Prophet Zarquon Who sat in silence as they doubted and steamed While the MC continued to make a scene "He's kept you all waiting this long, let's hope he hurries to beat the throng." The band gave him a small pirouette "The 'Great Prophet Zarquon's' got 8 minutes left." The whole room went alit with a horrid light A light bright enough to blind the night Space was as angry as a warden in jail The light could have blinded the Devil in Hell Onlookers watched as Orion melted into the sun And the fire from Ursa Minor could be seen from the pub "Hastromil is the spot on the right That's clealry on fire with Ultraviolet light. Is anyone here from Hastromil?" The MC said as he went through his spiel, One or two hands raised from the crowd "No need to worry if the gas is on now." The whole thing was a horrific sight When suddenly appearing from stage right The Prophet Zarquon was a sight to see Who was propmtly handed a mic by the MC "Er, how are we for time?" was all he could say Before the Universe faded away The pistons pounded and the engine churned As back in time the bar was turned It was unaffected by the End Of The Line It didn't exist in that point of time It was from all and every point at once Which is why it attracted so much business at lunch The night crowd was leaving the morning before To make room for the lunch crowd to see the show The MC sighed a sigh of relief And started to move to the stage for his speech The show would happen many times Because there never will be The End Of The Line
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Equilibrist
This is about the same-titled segment of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

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