On Sun, 21 Apr 1996, Kahm-himesama wrote:

"I was going to try to get the ship back, but SOMEONE insisted on getting 
in over his head and had to be rescued..."

"I'll try not to do that again....I'm sorry.  No more boulders or anvils 
for me..."

Kun-chan plots as he can't use any more boulders or anvils... then pikus.
Kun-chan: What WILL you use, instead?

"World War II Battleships."

The young girl blinks.  She then takes a deep breath and screams into the 
MuseNet communicator her pulls out of a pocket.  "KAHM!!!!!! I'm going to 
need backup!!"

Kahm gets blown out of her seat by the force of the noise from the
communicator, the papers strewn over her desk flying all over again. Kahm
rights her upset chair, straightens her hair, and unkinks her steel bikini.
Thus prepared, she slams down on the transmit button. "Don't DO that! Jeez.
You'd think I was deaf or something." She sighs, then becomes businesslike.
"Whats he gone and done THIS time?" 
   Kahm, while waiting not so eagerly for the reply, starts packing an 
overnight bag.

"I'll explain when I get here.  He's decided that World War II 
battleships are more effective than anvils."

<Side note: This thread could evolve into a fanfic on it's own. o_O>

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