"Ita nala hasasa talsa aleta ra'hunara nalso tasaral," Artooru ka'asarat barel, "nala boorafeh a?" Foret haloosarat nata. "Nalso tas'aral saly," ala ha'asarat. "A sary," ha'asarat Artooru. "Nalso tas'aral tim a'soorana otaly," ha'asarat Foret, "tim en ral'a'asna ral'a'Vogono Fes'an Asna'a." "A," ha'asarat Artooru, "a'el broosat tas'i be'rusanara vasy ral'el'sabanlana saly ann nala ummsa ranasa ral."
“If I asked you where the hell we were,” said Arthur weakly, “would I regret it?” Ford stood up. “We’re safe,” he said. “Oh good,” said Arthur. “We’re in a small galley cabin,” said Ford, “in one of the spaceships of the Vogon Constructor Fleet.” “Ah,” said Arthur, “this is obviously some strange usage of the word safe that I wasn’t previously aware of.”