Ukyou's restaurant had never been this busy,
the food was finished and everyone had a chance
to talk over old times.  Around the tables sat;
Ranma and Akane, Ranma and Shampoo, Ranma and
Ukyou, Ukyou and Konatsu.

  Suddenly a loudly reverberating voice
gatecrashed the scene, "This is all YOUR fault,
Ranma!"

  "R-R-RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE-IE-IE!" Shouted the
three, bandana-wearing, figures that had just
entered the room.

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