Groovy baby, not to be confused with a small grooved infant, is widely recognized across the galaxy as an interjection of approval, a lifestyle, and occasionally, a particularly funky strain of bacteria found on disco balls. In the most transcendental sense, saying 'groovy baby' is akin to acknowledging the cosmic dance of the universe, while sporting bell-bottom trousers and excessive amounts of body hair.
To fully immerse oneself in grooviness, one should visit the Ooze, a nebula where the stars align in funky patterns and the space-time continuum has a rather loose attitude towards rhythm.
Groovy baby can be found in the retro sectors of most planets, especially those stuck culturally between the Big Bang and the inevitable Heat Death boogie.
One should avoid using 'groovy baby' around the Vogons. They have a well-documented aversion to anything that suggests joy or rhythm and might read you poetry as punishment.
In the late 25th century, a group of hyper-intellectual dolphins developed a form of telepathic disco that permeated the dreams of sleeping humans, which led to an unexpected global resurgence of recreational rollerblading.
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IPHP, or Intra-Planetary Hitchhiking Protocol, is the standard method by which thumb-equipped beings across the galaxy secure a lift from one end of a planet to another. It combines the ancient art of sticking out one's thumb with the sophistication of digital teleportation kiosks. Some say it was invented by a particularly lazy, yet ingenious Betelgeusian who was too tired to walk to his local apothecary for a hangover cure.
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Bureaucratic (note the correct spelling, for which the Guide does not award points because it's the sort of basic thing one ought to know) is the art, if one can call it that, of creating procedures, forms, and paperwork in quadruplicate that serve to delay and befuddle the otherwise straightforward endeavors of sentient beings across the cosmos. An activity so universally dreaded, it is believed to be the second most popular sport in the universe, right after Brockian Ultra-Cricket, a game so violently confusing that it pales in comparison to trying to get a permit for a pan-galactic gargle blaster concession stand.