On Fri, 17 May 1996, Lizsue wrote:

Now how bad can an introduction get *without* being citrus...?

        The seventeen year old girl turned from her seat in the first row of 
the Oslo auditorium and looked into the crowd.  Leading scientists and 
humanitarians, heads of state, celebrities, and of course the press...a far 
cry from the crowd with whom she had associated as late as a year ago.  
Mesmerized by the realization that she had finally outdone them all, she 
almost didn't hear the announcement, even as she walked up the stage to 
recieve her medal and take her place in history.  It seemed as though she 
was dreamind, but a few of the speaker's words finally reached her to let 
her know it was really happening.
        "...and the Nobel Peace Prize goes to Kuno Kodachi...."

	Actually, the Nobel Prize for Chemistry seems more her speed....
	Non-Lemon, let me think...
	
	Priss tried to force herself to her feet, but to no avail. 
Whatever those... things were, they proved more powerful than any Boomer
she had seen save possibly Largo.  One of them had crippled her armour
with a single blast, and now ignored her as it joined it's 5 companions in
toying with the other 'Sabers.  Suddenly, she saw a strange glow in the
corner near where she landed.  As she dragged herself closer, it revealed
itself to be a glowing pink pen floating about a foot in the air.  The
sounds of battle faded from Priss' awareness as she reached out and
grasped the seeming illusion; then suddenly, her body was infused with
power that healed her wounds as a waterfall of knowledge poured into her
mind.  On instinct Priss stood, turned to face the Youma, and cried:
	"MOON PRISM POWER MAKE UP!" 

HTG (See what sleep deprivation can do to a mind?)