Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 04/17/2005 08:15 AM, Thunderstruck said:
Akane, who had delivered her own share of smacks to Ranma,
looked on in sheer amazement. Several of the ship's crewmen
who had been watching hastily scribbled signs and held them
up: "10.0, 10.0, 9.75." If smacking had been an Olympic
event, Shampoo would have just taken home the gold medal.
Which are the French and Romanian judges?
A sigh of relief from across the line, and then: "Good. He's
all right. You heard that, {sugar : Sugar}?"
"Alas! Woe unto me!" the mighty samurai lamented. "Is it my
destiny that all my loves shall fly off into the distance,
like the migrating swallow laden with the coconut of my
heart?"
"Huh?" Konatsu said. "Kunou-san, I hate to ruin your
metaphor, sir, but there's no way a five ounce bird could
carry a one-pound coconut."
"It could grip it by the husk," Kunou insisted.
"It's not question of where it grips it," Konatsu explained.
"You see..."
"Kunou-baby," Nabiki interrupted, not caring to get dragged
into this discussion, "what do you want?"
Smart girl. Is that an asian or an australian swallow?
"You okay back there, {sugar : Sugar}?" Ukyou called across the thunder
of the waves.
Ukyou clasped her on the arm. "You got that right, {hon : Hon}."
Nabiki sighed. Konatsu had brought Miss Sanae along. While
she understood the desire to bring some backup along in the
rescue, she wished Konatsu had recruited a real martial
artist. Maybe her father, or Mr. Saotome, who was at least
ostensibly human...
But Miss Sanae is smarter and a lot more reliable.
From somewhere behind her came a piercing giggle that felt
like someone driving a knitting needle into each of Nabiki's
ears. "TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! The Widdle Pink Pansy is here
to help {my : her} mistress!"