Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 06/10/2004 11:10 AM, DB Sommer said:
And also Angcobra is now storing fics, at http://go.to/AngCobra
That's a new one to me.
"...And so I said to her, 'Just bring your friend along to the hotel,
and we'll make it a threesome.' And you know what she did?"
"No. What?"
"She kneed me in the groin."
"The frigid bitch."
Must be a lesbian. Or have good taste.
Preparing himself for the most dangerous encounter of his life, the
sergeant regarded the dozen {men : creatures} standing before him.
They appeared identical in every way, both in height, weight, and
oily, slicked-back hair. They could have been clones. The black
business suits they wore cost more than he made in a year. The way
they stared unblinkingly at him reminded him of the way his pet snake
would gaze at the mice that were put in the cage with him during
feeding time. He gulped nervously.
The {man : one} at the forefront pulled out a business card and
flashed it at the sergeant. In bright gold lettering it stated that
they were representatives of the legal firm Multi-Headed Serpent
Unlimited.
"You just earned yourself a slander lawsuit, Mister," one {of the men
:} toward the rear of the pack stated in eager tones.
"And we do pro-bono legal cases from time to time, as in this
instance," the {man : one} who had shown the business card said as he
returned it to his jacket pocket. "We demand the release of two
innocent victims who have been illegally detained by you jack-booted
thugs: Hiroshi Karigari and Kyosuke Kasuga."
"He can't even think straight and is unable to defend himself from
the charges that have been brought against him. We demand you remove
it or we'll bring in Amnesty International to help out. You'll be
looking at international publicity regarding your cruel and inhumane
treatment of our clients. Release them now before it's too late."
"Never!"
Incredibly brave of the desk sergeant.
The doll suddenly spoke in a high-pitched girlish voice. "I'm not a
Barbie, silly. My name is HMM-01, prototype model, but you can call
me May. The HMM designation means 'Hand Maid May.' Get it? It's a
play on words. Master Hiroshi made me by hand, and I'm a maid the
size of a hand. Master Hiroshi has a wonderful sense of humor."
He told me so himself.
May considered that. After several minutes of contemplation, she
snapped her fingers. "I know what I can do. I'll seek her out first
and kill her. That way she'll never take Master Hiroshi away again."
Great plan, as long as Wasp is within reach of an outlet.
The Hornet turned back to the camera. "Don't worry, folks, he's not
dead. That was just my synaptic disrupter. Basically, it makes any
person's brain temporarily short circuit, rendering them inert. He'll
be perfectly fine in an hour or two, with no residual effects."
If it disrupts brain activity, how did it work on Toji?
The press conference had been something of a disappointment for
Kasumi, since no one wanted to talk to the 'flying insect girl'. She
couldn't even enlarge herself, since the unstable molecules needed
for her outfit were on backorder. It was nice of their benefactor,
Kodachi Kunou, to finance {: work on} that little problem. Kasumi
didn't have any form of employment, and couldn't afford such a thing.
When she mentioned that, Kodachi demonstrated even more of an
altruistic streak in stating she would provide the Avengers with a
weekly paycheck, since they were donating their time, and lives, to
helping others without thought of recompense.
He was really looking forward to sampling some of Akane's cooking.
What could possibly go wrong?
"Thanks for the exclusive!" The reporter hurried out of the room, her
delight at nailing the exclusive making her dance with joy.
Is Toji still on the floor? Not that anyone would care.
Seeing May's take on things should be, ah, interesting.
Mentallo sadly shook his head. "Someone's been watching too many
episodes of the X-Files." He flipped the channel again. Dominating
the screen was a beautiful woman with long stringy blonde hair and an
odd set of red markings on her cheeks. She wore a revealing lacy
white top that was barely sewn together in the front, a pair of
cutoff denim shorts, and a large baseball cap with the word,
'Hellraisers' across the front. An insert on the screen below her
listed her name as "Satana Satanadana," and had in parenthesis
"pronounced Mara," underneath it.
Rosana's sister?
There was a pause on the other end. "No, that's not it at all, and
frankly a desire for that sort of {nilhism : nihilism} is vaguely
disturbing. Tell me, have you been wanting things like that often?
I've heard of this great gaijin psychiatrist, a Dr. Leonard Samson,
who specializes in treating problems like that. I can abduct him for
you if you need help."
Nice of her to offer.
"Batteries... running... lo...w." There was no emotion in her voice,
almost as though there wasn't enough power left for even that.
... give me yourrrrrr annnnnnswwwwerrrr trrrr...
The girl appeared confused for a moment. "I'm... umm, Pizza Delivery
Girl. And here's your delivery!" The girl kicked the set's desk in
the group's direction. They scattered as five hundred pounds of set
prop nearly collided with them.
Really getting hard up for good supervillian names, aren't they?
Kasumi had most of the air knocked out of her lungs as she hit the
floor, Ranma's additional weight only compounding the {manner :
matter : problem}. It took her a second to catch her breath and
recover. As she did so, she noticed an odd sensation emanating from
her chest. She looked down to see Ranma's head cozily nestled
in-between her naked bosoms.
I'd say "It's not what it looks like!", but that never works.