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know I don't like the look of that planet at all," said Trillian shivering. "Ah, take no notice," said Zaphod, "with half the former Galactic Empire stored on it somewhere it can afford to look frumpy." Bullshit, thought Ford. Even supposing this was some ancient civilization now gone to dust, even supposing a number of exceedingly unlikely things, there was no way that vast to be stored there in any form that would still have meaning now. He shrugged. "I think it's just a dead planet," he said. "The suspense is killing me," said Arthur testily. Stress and nervous tension are now serious social problems in all parts of the Galaxy, and it is in order that this situation should not in any way be exacerbated that the following facts will now be revealed in advance. The planet in question is in fact the legendary Magrathea. The deadly missile attack shortly to be launched by an ancient automatic defence system will result merely in the breakage of three and a micecage, the bruising of somebody's upper arm, and the untimely creation and sudden demise of a bowl of petunias and an innocent sperm whale. In order that some sense of mystery should still be preserved, no revelation will yet be made concerning whose upper arm sustained the bruise. This fact may safely be made the subject of suspense since it is of no significance whatsoever.