<DIV ALIGN="left">A rather large creature that likes to eat things.

The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast is so mind-bogglingly stupid that it thinks that if you can't see it, it can't see you. Therefore, the best defense against a Bugblatter Beast is to wrap a towel around your head.
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<DIV ALIGN="left">The Jatravartid People of Viltvodle Six firmly believe that the entire universe was sneezed out of the nose of a being called The Great Green Arkleseizure. They live in perpetual fear of the time they call The Coming Of The Great White Handkerchief.
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<DIV ALIGN="left">Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge. Essex, England was (before the destruction of the Earth) known as writer of the worst poetry in the Universe.

She only just barely beat out the Azgoths of Kria and the Vogons for this honor.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Controversial philisophical author of the blockbuster trilogy <i>Where God Went Wrong</i>, <i>Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes</i> and <i>Who is this God Person Anyway?</i> </DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Agrajag is the large, mad, fat, bat-like creature, who was inadvertantly killed by Arthur Dent in every single one of his previous incarnations.

The first time we see Agrajag die, it is in the form of a bowl of petunias and a very surprised sperm whale.

In another incarnation, Agrajag was a rabbit. He described his demise in that incarnation thusly:

"One morning I poked my head for the first time into the bright new world and got it split open by what felt like some primitive instrument made of flint."

That was Arthur, having a meal of rabbit on prehistoric Earth.

After Agrajag became aware of his many, many deaths, he diverted Arthur to a 'Cathedral Of Hate' in order to take his revenge.

He got it wrong, tho, and brought Arthur to the Cathedral before one of his deaths actually occurred. In his anger, he tried to kill Arthur anyway, and wound up dying. Again.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Benjy was one of the two mice brought aboard the Heart Of Gold by Trillian. He and Frankie Mouse are the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings.

They paid for the Earth to be built by the Magratheans.

The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Frankie was one of the two mice brought aboard the Heart Of Gold by Trillian. He and Benjy Mouse are the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings.

They paid for the Earth to be built by the Magratheans.

The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Thrashbarg is a sort of holy man on the planet Lamuella.

He's a decent and Bob-fearing man, and he was kind to the Sandwich Maker.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would hten have something which didn't exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar.

John "Wonko The Sane" Watson is tall and gangly.

He lives in an inside-out house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. That is, to visit you park on the carpet. There's a sign on the wall that reads, "Come Outside." He considers the rest of the world to be "The Asylum," because it seemed to him that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a package of toothpicks was no longer a civilization in which he could live and stay sane.

Wonko knows more about the dolphins than any other human being alive.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">The triple-breasted whore of Eroticon 6. Once called Zaphod Beeblebrox, “The Best Bang since the Big One.” Some people say that her erogenous zones start some four miles from her actual body. Ford Prefect, on the other hand, believes it to be five. </DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">A quadriped with rather odd migratory habits that grazes across the Lamuellan land, providing sustenance for its inhabitants and sandwich meat for the Sandwich Maker. A Perfectly Normal Beast is a bit like a cow, or rather a bull. Kind of like a buffalo in fact. Large, charging sort of animal. They come from a point slightly to the east of the Hondo Mountains, where they suddenly appear. Then they sweep in their thousands across the great Anhondo Plains, and, well, vanish really. There are about six days in which to catch as many of them as possible before they disappear. In the spring they do it again, only the other way around. </DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Fenchurch is a lovely girl, and she's a bit fractured. She resides on the Earth, and Arthur Dent falls completely in love with her.

Her unusual name stems from having been conceived in the ticket queue at Fenchurch Street Station. Or so her parents claim. They refuse to elaborate further, saying only that you wouldn't believe how bored it is possible to get in the ticket queue at Fenchurch Street Station. She plays the cello, has good taste in music and owns a pair of speakers that "would have impressed the guys who put up Stonehenge." The first time that Arthur sees her, he knows little about her, save that she's heart-thumpingly beautiful. The next time he meets her, he gets a much closer look:

<i>"She was tallish with dark hair which fell in waves around a pale and serious face. Standing still, alone, she seemed almost somber, like a statue to some important but unpopular virtue in a formal garden. She seemed to be looking at something other than what she looked as if she was looking at.

But when she smiled, as she did now, suddenly, it was as if she had just arrived from somewhere. Warmth and life flooded into her face, and impossibly graceful movement into her body. The effect was very disconcerting, and it disconcerted Arthur like hell."</i></DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">A religious icon. Zarquon is not very punctual.

Like most religious names, he's become a figure of speech. Variants include, "Almighty Zarquon!" and "Holy Zarquon's Singing Fish!"</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged was - indeed, is- one of the Universe's very small number of immortal beings.

Most of those who are born immortal instinctively know how to cope with it, but Wowbagger was not one of them. Indeed, he had come to hate them, the load of serene bastards. He had his immortaility inadvertantly thrust upon him by an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch, and a pair of rubber bands. The precise details are not important because no one has ever managed to duplicate the exact circumstances under which it happened, and many people have ended up looking very silly, or dead, or both, trying.

To begin with it was fun, he had a ball, living dangerously, taking risks, cleaning up on high-yield long-term investments, and just generally outliving the hell out of everybody.

In the end, it was Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55 when you know you've taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul.

So things began to pall for him. The merry smiles he used to wear at other people's funerals began to fade. He began to despise the Universe in general, and everybody in it in particular.

This was the point at which he conceived his purpose, the thing that would drive him on, and which, as far as he could see, would drive him on forever. It was this:

He would insult the Universe.

That is, he would insult everybody in it. Individually, personally, one by one, and (this was the thing he really decided to grit his teeth over) in Alphabetical Order.

When people protested to him, as they sometimes had done, that the plan was not merely misguided but actually impossible because of the number of people being born and dying all the time, he would merely fix them with a steely look and say, "A man can dream, can't he?"

And so he had started out. He equipped a spaceship that was built to last with a computer capable of handling all the data processing involved in keeping track of the entire population of the known Universe and working out the horrifically complicated routes involved.

He is still insulting people. He accidentally insulted Arthur Dent twice, because of Arthur's odd jumps through time.

Wowbagger has a pecuiliar alien tallness, a peculier alien flattened head, peculiar slitty little alien eyes, extravagantly draped golden robes with a peculiarly alien collar design, and a pale gray green alien skin that has that lustrous sheen about it that most gray green races can acquire only with plenty of exercise and very expensive soap.</DIV>

<DIV ALIGN="left">A Magrathean coastline designer who won a major award for his use of fjords on the coast of Norway.

His name is not important.</DIV>