Last night, as we exited the theater after a spontaneous decision to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Miles asked for my thoughts on the flick. I replied instantly, my mind reeling. "Marvin! I loved Marvin! You just don't see anything like that in reality, do you?"
He chuckled indulgently. "The manic-depressive robot?" he inquired, playing along. "Yeah, we generally lack the entire android species, cheerful or not."
"Yes, I suppose," I replied evenly. "Actually though, I was referring to a creature having the body of Warwick Davis and the voice of Alan Rickman...but yeah, yours works too."
