““Hey, guys,' he said, 'this is crazy. We did it. We finally got to where we were going. This is Milliways!' 'Milliways!' said Ford. 'Yes, sir,' said the waiter, laying on the patience with a trowel, 'this is Milliways—the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.' 'End of what?' said Arthur. 'The Universe,' repeated the waiter, very clearly and unnecessarily distinctly. 'When did that end?' said Arthur. 'In just a few minutes, sir,' said the waiter. He took a deep breath. He didn’t need to do this since his body was supplied with the peculiar assortment of gases it required for survival from a small intravenous device strapped to his leg. There are times, however, when whatever your metabolism you have to take a deep breath.””