〃Here； suck this；〃 said Roosta； offering Zaphod his towel。
Zaphod stared at him as if he expected a cuckoo to leap out of his forehead on a small spring。
〃It's soaked in nutrients；〃 explained Roosta。
〃What are you； a messy eater or something？〃 said Zaphod。
〃The yellow stripes are high in protein； the green ones have vitamin B and C plexes； the little pink flowers contain wheatgerm extracts。〃
Zaphod took and looked at it in amazement。
〃What are the brown stains？〃 he asked。
〃Bar…B…Q sauce；〃 said Roosta； 〃for when I get sick of wheatgerm。〃
Zaphod sniffed it doubtfully。
Even more doubtfully； he sucked a corner。 He spat it out again。
〃Ugh；〃 he stated。
〃Yes；〃 said Roosta； 〃when I've had to suck that end I usually need to suck the other end a bit too。〃
〃Why；〃 asked Zaphod suspiciously； 〃what's in that？〃
〃Anti…depressants；〃 said Roosta。
〃I've gone right off this towel； you know；〃 said Zaphod handing it back。
Roosta took it back from him； swung himself off the desk； walked round it； sat in the chair and put his feet up。
〃Beeblebrox；〃 he said； sticking his hands behind his head； 〃have you any idea what's going to happen to you on the Frogstar？〃
〃They're going to feed me？〃 hazarded Zaphod hopefully。
〃They're going to feed you；〃 said Roosta； 〃into the Total Perspective Vortex！〃
Zaphod had never heard of this。 He believed that he had heard of all the fun things in the Galaxy； so he assumed that the Total Perspective Vortex was not fun。 He asked what it was。
〃Only；〃 said Roosta； 〃the most savage psychic torture a sentient being can undergo。〃
Zaphod nodded a resigned nod。
〃So；〃 he said； 〃no food； huh？〃
〃Listen！〃 said Roosta urgently； 〃you can kill a man； destroy his body； break his spirit； but only the Total Perspective Vortex can annihilate a man's soul！ The treatment lasts seconds； but the effect lasts the rest of your life！〃
〃You ever had a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster？〃 asked Zaphod sharply。
〃This is worse。〃
〃Phreeow！〃 admitted Zaphod； much impressed。
〃Any idea why these guys might want to do this to me？〃 he added a moment later。
〃They believe it will be the best way of destroying you for ever。 They know what you're after。〃
〃Could they drop me a note and let me know as well？〃
〃You know；〃 said Roosta； 〃you know； Beeblebrox。 You want to meet the man who rules the Universe。〃
〃Can he cook？〃 said Zaphod。 On reflection he added：
〃I doubt if he can。 If he could cook a good meal he wouldn't worry about the rest of the Universe。 I want to meet a cook。〃
Roosta sighed heavily。
〃What are you doing here anyway？〃 demanded Zaphod； 〃what's all this got to so with you？〃
〃I'm just one of those who planned this thing； along with Zarniwoop； along with Yooden Vranx； along with your great grandfather； along with you； Beeblebrox。〃
〃Me？〃
〃Yes； you。 I was told you had changed； I didn't realize how much。〃
〃But。。。〃
〃I am here to do one job。 I will do it before I leave you。〃
〃What job； man； what are you talking about？〃
〃I will do it before I leave you。〃
Roosta lapsed into an impenetrable silence。
Zaphod was terribly glad。
Chapter 9
The air around the second planet of the Frogstar system was stale and unwholesome。
The dank winds that swept continually over its surface swept over salt flats； dried up marshland； tangled and rotting vegetation and the crumbling remains of ruined cities。 No life moved across its surface。 The ground； like that of many planets in this part of the Galaxy； had long been deserted。
The howl of the wind was desolate enough as it gusted through the old decaying houses of the cities； it was more desolate as it whipped about the bottoms of the tall black towers that swayed uneasily here and there about the surface of this world。 At the top of these towers lived colonies of large； scraggy； evil smelling birds； the sole survivors of the civilization that once lived here。
The howl of the wind was at its most desolate； however； when it passed over a pimple of a place set in the middle of a wide grey plain on the outskirts of the largest of the abandoned cities。
This pimple of a place was the thing that had earned this world the reputation of being the most totally evil place in the Galaxy。 From without it was simply a steel dome about thirty feet across。 From within it was something more monstrous than the mind can prehend。
About a hundred yards or so away； and separated from it by a pockmarked and blasted stretch of the most barren land imaginable was what would probably have to be described as a landing pad of sorts。 That is to say that scattered over a largish area were the ungainly hulks of two or three dozen crash…landed buildings。
Flitting over and around these buildings was a mind； a mind that was waiting for something。
The mind directed its attention into the air； and before very long a distant speck appeared； surrounded by a ring of smaller specks。
The larger speck was the left…hand tower of The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy office building； descending through the stratosphere of Frogstar World B。
As it descended； Roosta suddenly broke the long unfortable silence that had grown up between the two men。
He stood up and gathered his towel into a bag。 He said：
〃Beeblebrox； I will now do the job I was sent here to do。〃
Zaphod looked up at him from where he was sitting in a corner sharing unspoken thoughts with Marvin。
〃Yeah？〃 he said。
〃The building will shortly be landing。 When you leave the building； do not go out of the door；〃 said Roosta； 〃go out of the window。〃
〃Good luck；〃 he added； and walked out of the door； disappearing from Zaphod's life as mysteriously as he had entered it。
Zaphod leapt up and tried the door； but Roosta had already looked it。 He shrugged and returned to the corner。
Two minutes later； the building crashlanded amongst the other wreckage。 Its escort of Frogstar Fighters deactivated their force beams and soared off into the air again； bound for Frogstar World A； an altogether more congenial spot。 They never landed on Frogstar World B。 No one did。 No one ever walked on its surface other than the intended victims of the Total Perspective Vortex。
Zaphod was badly shaken by the crash。 He lay for a while in the silent dusty rubble to which most of the room had been reduced。 He felt that he was at the lowest ebb he had ever reached in his life。 He felt bewildered； he felt lonely； he felt unloved。 Eventually he felt he ought to get whatever it was over with。
He looked around the cracked and broken room。 The wall had split round the door frame； and the door hung open。 The window； by some miracle was closed and unbroken。 For a while he hesitated； then he thought that if his strange and recent panion had been through all that he had been through just to tell him what he had told him； then there must be a good reason for it。 With Marvin's help he got the window open。 Outside it； the cloud of dust aroused by the crash； and the hulks of the other buildings with which this one was surrounded； effectively prevented Zaphod from seeing anything of the world outside。
Not that this concerned him unduly。 His main concern was what he saw when he looked down。 Zarniwoop's office was on the fifteenth floor。 The building had landed at a tilt of about forty…five degrees； but still the descent looked heart…stopping。
Eventually； stung by the continuous series of contemptuous looks that Marvin appeared to be giving him； he took a deep breath and clambered out on to the steeply inclined side of the building。 Marvin followed him； and together they began to crawl slowly and painfully down the fifteen floors that separated them from the ground。
As he crawled； the dank air and dust choked his lungs； his eyes smarted and the terrifying distance down made his heads spin。
The occasional remark from Marvin of the order of 〃This is the sort of thing you lifeforms enjoy is it？ I ask merely for information；〃 did little to improve his state of mind。
About half…way down the side of the shattered building they stopped to rest。 It seemed to Zaphod as he lay there panting with fear and exhaustion that Marvin seemed a mite more cheerful than usual。 Eventually he realized this wasn't so。 The robot just seemed cheerful in parison with his own mood。
A large； scraggy black bird came flapping through the slowly settling clouds of dust and； stretching down its scrawny legs； landed on an inclined window ledge a couple of yards from Zaphod。 It folded its ungainly wings and teetered awkwardly on its perch。
Its wingspan must have been something like six feet； and its head and neck seemed curiously large for a bird。 Its face was flat； the beak underdeveloped； and half…way along the underside of its wings the vestiges of something handlike could be clearly seen。
In fact； it looked almost human。
It turned its heavy eyes on Zaphod and clicked its beak in a desultory fashion。
〃Go away；〃 said Zaphod。
〃OK；〃 muttered the bird morosely and flapped off into the dust again。
Zaphod watched its departure in