"Alacrity, what would you do if you were dining with Srillans and your host suggested that it was getting late?"posted by Confess, Fletch at 12:57 PM on July 8, 2012
The breakabout vaulted off the bed in a swirl of sheet and began an animated, prancing shuffle around the center of the room. Ash watched interestedly.
Alacrity postured in grandiloquent style. He sang through his nose in imitation of the ebullient Srillan form. "Ning-ning-a-ning!" he cock-crowed. He danced around the executioner, addressing the song to him as though Ash were the hypothetical Srillan host.
"Let us all now praise Lord Ash, ning-a-ning! For his generous hospitality"—he struck a pose, a waggish aside to his invisible audience—"(don't let the door strike you in the rump!) ning-a-ning!"
He resumed his declamatory posture. "For this marvelous repast"—and again the aside—"(were all the toxic waste dumps closed?) ning-ning! For his thoughtfulness (it's so seldom you see utensils chained to the table!) ning-a-ning-a-ning!"
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Obviously the Hitchhiker's Guide series. Charlie Stross's Laundry novels (Lovecraft meets hacking meets British bureaucracy) are funny and great.
posted by restless_nomad at 12:33 PM on July 8, 2012 [1 favorite]