#for homework

I read it several years ago and, because Im an idiot, I didn’t bookmark it. 

From what I remember- it starts out with Ford trapped in jail in a dimension where he used to be king because he had more fingers than everyone else but he got deposed when a new guy- Ronald, i think his name was- came along who had 7 fingers. Stan shows up and breaks him out and (because he’s Ford) Ford keeps trying to pick a fight. They escape the dimension through a con. 

More details- they get coordinates to home from these three ladies that are kind of like the Fates after retrieving SOMETHING- I think it was one of the ladies’ heart-

At some point they end up falling down a waterfall and land on a tree branch, but the tree branch isn’t strong enough to hold both of them and Stan tries to let go but Ford won’t let him and says that if Stan lets go then he will let go to. They both fall and it turns out the waterfall- or maybe it was the tree, or maybe both- was alive and magical and saved them. She was very pleased because that was supposed to be a test that very few people passed and I remember that Stan was very close to punching her. 

Oh, and when they got home Fiddleford (who Stan had recruited) had made a robot of Stan so that they could keep running the shack and it gained sentience and nearly fought them. 

It also had a prequel where it was canon Stan and Ford on their boat and AUStan came through a portal and learned that Bill Cipher was dead. CanonStan got jealous because CanonFord was spending more time with AUStan. 

with a cup of black tea still steaming on the polished surface of her office desk, she seizes the moment to open a plethora of spreadsheets and data analytics on her macbook, each perfectly organized and highlighted so that not even a single letter is missing. last night she spent reviewing financial reports and analyzing the results, the same thing she’s been doing for the last month or so as one of the newer bellum nova interns. war’s a flawless machine, a forceful beast, and while she’s seen its brutality up close on the front lines far from the guarded seat of her trusted vehicle, it’s now that she faces war’s scintillating heart, its impetus, and source of momentum  — money. 

“so, today we’re working on war’s payroll, aren’t we?” she questions without lifting her gaze, switching to a file containing the labels and names of each war member. she turns to her tea and then to rita, patiently awaiting to hear the woman speak as she leans back in her chair and offers her a smile. she traded her driver’s spot for an air-conditioned office, another salary, and a chance to work with rita. money laundering, bribery-and-corruption, secret and offshore accounts, perhaps this is only the beginning of her voyage into the night. each day offers something new. a frame of reference, modus operandi, a strategy. everything’s about money. “also, would you like some macarons? i picked them on my way to here just an hour ago.” she points to the ladurée box and takes one, opting for pistachio.