Ford hurries after you. Ford buys lots of beer and offers half to you. "Muscle relaxant..." he say impenetrably. I don't know the word "dance".
Pub The Pub is pleasant and cheerful and full of pleasant and cheerful people who don't know they've got about twelve minutes to live and are therefore having a spot of lunch. Some music is playing on an old jukebox. The exit is east. There is a barman serving at the bar. Behind the bar is a shelf. It is full of the sort of items you find on shelves behind bars in pubs. [I suggest saving not now, but soon.]
Country Lane The road runs from your home, to the north, toward the village Pub, to the west. That sentence isn't one I recognise.
Time passes... Ford and Prosser stop talking and approach you. Ford says that Prosser has agreed to lie in your place so that the two of you can go off to the Pub. Reluctantly, Prosser steps forward and lies down in front of the bulldozer. You stand up. [Yeah, and that's how. I keep posting a link to the manual, so maybe you should take a look. It provides a list of commands that you can use as well as some verbs that'll be accepted.]
I guess, but... [Changed to >Ask Ford about home] A long silence tells you that Ford Prefect isn't interested in talking about your home. Ford seems oblivious to your trouble, so you ask "Ford, what about my home?" He looks startled, then guilty. He starts to say something and stops. He starts to say something else and stops. Suddenly he seems to see the bulldozer for the first time, stops starting to say things and starts. He seems to come to a momentous decision, says he has something of Earth-shattering importance to tell you, and stresses the importance of a quick drink at the Horse 'n Groom. Pointing toward Prosser, you exclaim "But that man wants to knock my house down!" Ford goes off for a quiet word with Prosser. From where you're lying, you cannot hear what's happening, although they seem deeply engrossed in conversation.
Why do you posts always look like you made them on drugs?
Ok.
[Changed to >Say to Ford "What about my house?" because of syntax.] "It's not a house, it's a home." (Footnote 2) Ford glances uncomfortably at the sky. He offers you the towel again. [Added command >Footnote 2.] Bob Dylan, 1969.
Because this way the bench can be virtually anywhere, any shape, and any size while keeping the sidewalk uncluttered while it's not in use. Basically but not exactly. Imagine a touchscreen that can change between bumpy and smooth.
This sentence isn't one I recognize.
