Or I suppose, more to the point of the topic at hand:
"'A green salad,' said Arthur emphatically. 'A green salad?' said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur. 'Are you going to tell me,' said Arthur, 'that I shouldn't have green salad?' 'Well,' said the animal, 'I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.' It managed a very slight bow" (Adams, 121).
"A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
'Good evening,' it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, 'I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?' It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters into a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them" (Adams, 119).
I had one of these that a friend had brought from Japan for me as a gift. I had to replace the batteries several weeks later, and the whole thing fried. It's not a conversion issue (batteries are batteries, I think). Careful!
For the curious, here it is: ??????.
"'A green salad,' said Arthur emphatically.
'A green salad?' said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.
'Are you going to tell me,' said Arthur, 'that I shouldn't have green salad?'
'Well,' said the animal, 'I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.'
It managed a very slight bow" (Adams, 121).
"A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
'Good evening,' it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, 'I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?' It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters into a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them" (Adams, 119).
From the 1980 Pocket Fiction paperback.
Thanks for staying neat, Neatorama (gaah, so corny)!
What fun!