A/N: OK, so this is just something I came up with when I was thinking about Hitchhiker's and I saw a stuffed Eyore at a garage sale. I thought it would be funny.


"Where are we?" Asked Arthur.

"Well, if you look around, the sign says 'The Hundred Acre Woods.'" Said a gloomy voice from behind. "It looks dreadful."

"C'mon Marvin." Trillian said in a soothing tone. "It can't be all that bad. Look! Birds singing, little bunnies hopping, dolphins swimming… how'd the dolphins get here?"

"Yes, just as I said, it's dreadful." Marvin walked away to go see what other dreadful things he could find.

A/N: I know that in the regular book, we would now follow Arthur and gang, but because I am not Mr. Douglas Adams, I will follow Marvin. And because I like him more. Marvin, I mean.

Marvin walked for a short while, while thinking about this situation. He soon found a hillside where he could just sit and not have to do anything too dreadful. He sat on the hill for a short while, when a little stuffed donkey with a nailed-on tail came his way.

"Nobody likes me." He said.

"Me, neither," The robot replied.

"Really," the donkey commented with more interest than he'd shown for anything in a while. "Now why is that?"

"Because I'm a manically depressed robot, and nobody likes those."

"Ah. What's depressed?"

"It's when you are sad all the time."

"Well, then, I'm a depressed stuffed donkey with a tail that keeps falling off."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Marvin. I am a manically depressed robot with a brain the size of a planet."

"I'm Eyore, a regular, run-of-the-mill stuffed donkey with a tail the keeps falling off. Nobody likes me."

"Nobody likes me either,"

"Well, we make a good depressed team, don't we?"

"Yes, we do." A few minutes later, Marvin spoke again. "Well, as delightfully depressing as this is- wait a moment."


"What did I just say?"

"Something along the lines of 'as delightfully depressing as this is…' or something."

"Yes, yes, that. 'Delightfully depressing.' How can something be delightful and depressing?"

"Well, I like to be sad. That might work." Eyore offered.

"Do I like to be sad?'

"I don't know. You are the robot with the brain the size of a planet, not me! How would I know what goes on in there?"

"I don't know… would you like to try to figure me out?"

"No, because then I'd probably commit suicide." The donkey looked back at the sunset, sad again.

"Can a stuffed donkey commit suicide?"

"I don't know. I don't want to find out. Nobody would care if I did, anyways."

"Same with me, same with me."

A/N: Probably going to stay a one-shot, but if I get really bored, I might continue.

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