Ryoga: A little slice of thought from Tenchi. Not bad. Reminds me of the
journal I used to keep.

Ranma: You kept a journal? Let me guess: September 3--Dear Diary, Tried to
kill Ranma today, got lost instead. September 4--Dear Diary, Went to sleep
in Akane's bed as P-chan, got lost instead.

Ryoga: (smacks Ranma) No, idiot! A journal to describe your thoughts! That's
what I read in this fanfic. We get a little insight on how Tenchi is feeling
on an ordinary day. You even got a little honorary mention in it.

Ranma: Oh please! "At least his were mortal, relatively..." Man, what a
whiner! He and I got nothing in common, okay? His girl problems are nothing
compared to mine! Motley crew...hmph. Maybe I should arrange to have his
girls swapped with my fiancee's. Then he'll see just how motley things can get!

Ryoga: Now, he did peak my interest a little bit when he said that Ryoko,
Aeka, Washu were nowhere to be found. That could be a start of an
interesting story. Why would the girls not be around that particular
morning? When something like that happens, there's always bound to be trouble.

(There is a sudden poof of smoke...when it clears, Washu, Ryoko, and Aeka
are standing before the pair.)

Washu: Hey, it worked! I'm a genius!

Ryoga: Gah! What are you doing here?

Ryoko (smirking): We couldn't help reading what pig-tailed boy said about
swapping girlfriends. So we had Washu rig us up a device and here we are!
(Grins ferally) I never had a martial artist before. I've heard they have
*remarkable* stamina!

Aeka: Ryoko! How dare you act this way! Obviously, he doesn't want someone
as crude like you. He wants someone who's refined, like me!

Ranma: Wait! Wait! That's not what I meant! I--!

(There is another crash, and when the smoke clears, Akane, Ukyo, and Shampoo
are standing there, radiating auras.)

Akane: RANMA! What's this about swapping fiancee's! You PERVERT!

Ukyo: You hussies keep away from Ran-chan! He's mine!

Shampoo: Fang-girl better keep away from husband! And he's mine, not stupid
spatula girl's!

Ryoko: (wielding her blades) Oh, my my my. I see that a simple 'Hands off,
he's mine' won't do. Of course, once I'm done with him, he'll be begging to
keep my hands on him...or a certain part of him, at least...

(All the girls' mouths drop open, then, with a howl of fury, a battle ensues
and washes over Ranma, who is getting the full brunt of the fight.  From the
sidelines, Ryoga shakes his head.)

Ryoga: That Ranma...grrr...he gets all the ladies. I--er--huh?

(A hand has sneaked around his waist. He looks down to see Washu grinning up
at him. He gulps and freezes.)

Washu: Oh, don't think I've forgotten about you. The others can keep that
wimpy Ranma, but you I have a *special* interest in. I always wondered how
many bandannas you wear. Let's say we go back to my lab and take them off,
hmmm? And of course, we don't have to stop there...

(Ryoga screams and faints in a fountain of blood. Washu whistles merrily as
she drags him off to who knows where.)

Washu: Nice story. Maybe the writer shouldn't have left us out. Oh, the
trouble we cause, even when we're not there...
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|^ ^|\    "I never want to be satisfied.
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    \|    For so long now, I've been wasting time, wasting time..."
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