Most of his personal eternity — not really eternity, but a few billion years could easily seem like it — had been spent wandering across interminable mud, wading through ceaseless seas, watching with stunned horror when the slimy things with legs suddenly had begun to crawl from those rotting seas — and here they were, suddenly walking around as if they owned the place and complaining about the phones.
Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams