"No, no guns," said Ford, "But I have got a towel!" he declared confidently. "If either you or your furry friend would be so kind as to grab it out of that bag there, I have a plan," he explained, still grinning madly, and gestured toward his leather satchel, laying in front of the checkout counter.

The dusk came flying back towards him and he dodged it narrowly, careening into a nearby rack. Videos went clattering to the ground all around him like a waterfall of debauchery. "Name's Ford Prefect, by the way!"