The Sheep...

    "Hmm... well that was unexpected..."

    "Yes, but what are WE going to do about THAT?!" Ford points over towards where the Vogons were standing, right up until their untimely deaths. Only their boots and helmets remain, obviously too indigestible for the sheep. The sheep is standing over them, and you get the awful feeling that you are about to be eaten.

    "Well it seems to enjoy the tangy taste of flesh, so we should really find it something/someone to eat." As the sheep lowers it's head, it's razor-like teeth gnarling and gnashing in your direction, you notice a small yellow button on the wall, next to the door leading to the galley...

    "The galley! There'll be plenty of food in there!"

    "Yes!" Ford cries, "The kitchen staff will be holding their weekly Anti-Vogon War Council in there right about now!"

    "Anti-Vogon War Council?!" you reply, with one of those very Arthur Dent looks spreading quickly across your face - like shaving foam, or blood after a really good night on the town - the sort of look which says 'Look, I haven't a clue what's going on here, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid or anything, alright?!'. "Do the Vogons know that their kitchen staff are planning to kill them?"

    "Oh yes!" Ford replies, with a very Ford-like 'Of course you're stupid, you're a Human/Vogon/Small furry creature from Alpha Centuri' look in his eyes, "but they have to let them plot and scheme, it's a condition of the Kitchen Staff Interplanetary Union."

    You ponder this for a minute... then your head hurts so you stop. Suddenly, a low voice pipes up in the darkness:

    "Excuse me, but can we get this over with? Only I am so very hungry, and if I don't eat I sort of melt..."

    "Well I'm awfully sorry," you begin to explain, "but I... hold on! Ford! The sheep! It's talking!"

    "Oh please don't refer to me as an 'it', I'm actually a he. My name is Bernard. Now, I really am very hungry, so...

    "Oh shut up a second will you," Ford says, in his infinite wisdom, "we're trying to... ARGH!" The sheep pounces on Ford, obviously unable to tolerate his rude tone of voice. Hmmm... this could be a sticky one. As the sheep lunges at Ford's jugular, you have three choices (aren't you a lucky human?):

Leave Ford and run! Save yourself!

Try to wrestle the sheep off Ford, sacrificing yourself in order to save your friend!

Throw your Guide at the small yellow button (and then pray)...