Subject: Re: [FFML] [Fanfic] The Nameless Sequel - Ep. 1
From: Sebastian Weinberg
Date: 9/17/1996, 6:04 AM
To: "Mike W. Loader" <mloader@scs.unr.edu>
CC: Fanfic Mailing List <fanfic@fanfic.com>


 On Sat, 14 Sep 1996 19:25:47 -0700 (PDT) Mike W. Loader said:

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<gasp gasp wheeze> Sorry <gasp>  I just read <giggle-attack>  um,
read through this whole thing <pant pant> and I haven't regained
my breath yet from all the bouts of hysterical laughter this
induced.  Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah <cough
cough pant wheeeeeze>


: EPISODE 1 - A Suitable Case For Treatment
: 
: (We open on a business complex in Nerima. The camera pans 
: inside, stopping before a door labeled, "Dr. Hasigawa, Psychiatric 
: Therapy". Inside, Ukyo is lying on a couch talking to a elderly man 
: in steel-rimmed glasses.)

A-ha!  This is the therapist she recommended to Souun.


: Ukyo: I was the one being held prisoner! For all he knew I could 
: have been tortured, or ravished, or...or... He didn't even ask! Not 
: even a, "You okay?", or "Are you hurt?". He just cut the ropes, and 
: off he went. (pleading tone) Why, Dr. Hasigawa? Why didn't he 
: ask?
: 
: Hasigawa: (gently, slight Germanic accent) Why do you think?

"Vhy do you thinck?"  :)


: Ukyo: (automatically) He was trying to impress Mr. Tendo with his 
: concern...
: 
: (Hasigawa shakes his head and presses a button on his desk, 
: causing an electrical jolt to run through the couch. Ukyo yelps and 
: leaps a little, then turns to glare at him.)

:D :D :D :D



: Hasigawa: Good. You've been making quite a bit of progress, Miss 
: Kuonji. Hopefully we won't see anything like the Incident With The 
: Poodles again. How did that turn out, by the way?
: 
: Ukyo: The judge let me off with a warning, and I had to pay for the 
: damaged chainsaw and garden hose.

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D


: Ukyo: But your accent....
: 
: Hasigawa: Oh, that. That's from my mother.
: 
: Ukyo: Where was she from?
: 
: Hasigawa: Hokkaido.
: 
: Ukyo: Never mind.

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Um, I think I'll stop commenting on everything that made me fall
of my chair in giggle-fits.  I'd have to quote 90% of the fic for
that.


: Nabiki: (shrugging) Motivation is a wonderful thing....(Turns back 
: to the newspaper) Hmm. Looks like the dockworkers are still on 
: strike. They refuse to go back to work until someone gets rid of 
: that animal that's been prowling the docks.

Ah, *wonderful*!  This means Felix will play a major role in this
one, too, yes?  Right?!


: Nabiki: (interrupting) Where is Ryoga, anyway? He hasn't tried to 
: kill you in days...

You know, it shows in what kind of world they live, when a
sentence like this is normal conversation.


: Ranma: Kasumi, *chew* your cooking's great and all, but this is 
: like the 23rd day in a row that you've *swallow* made some kind 
: of pig for dinner.

I expect that Kasumi's pig fixation is going to be further
explained?  Or is it just an after-effect from her affection by
the Varaiyah Tea?


: Local 3: Mah turn. (he turns back to Ryoga) We don't go fer yewr 
: kind round these parts.
: 
: Local 1: (admiringly) Thut wuz perfect, Jean-Claude. Beutiful 
: inflection, just the right hint o' menace, an uh wonderful looming 

Jim-bob, Joe-Ted, John-Tim & *Jean-Claude*?

I loved the whole "Backwater" scene, BTW.  :)


: Ryoga's Voice: (from a distance) Chaos Butterfly Weather Point!

Ah, so you did read _Interesting Times_.  Is Disembowel-myself-
honourably Dibhala-san going to make an appearance, too?  Oh, and
it should be "Quantum Weather Butterfly", to be 100% ripped off.
:)

BTW, up to which book did you read Pterry's works?


: Kodachi: Me. I'm an excellent teacher. Watch. (snaps her fingers) 
: WALTER! Front and center!
: 
: (A servant scurries into the room.)
: 
: Servant: You called, Mistress Kuno?
: 
: Kodachi: Memorize the entire text of _The Tale of Genji_ by 
: tonight. Or else.
: 
: Servant: (turning pale) Yes, Mistress Kuno.
: 
: (He scurries off.)
: 
: Kodachi: He will, too. You just have to learn how to motivate 
: people. We'll have you speaking flawless Japanese before the week is out!

Ooooh, with Kodachi's teaching methods, this will be an
*interesting* student-teacher relation.

I loved the way "or else" is a a *statement*, rather than a
half-sentence. :)


: Akane (whispers to Nabiki) Don't mention chicken! It's one of his 
: sore points, remember?
: 
: Nabiki: (whispering back) It is?
: 
: Akane: (slightly annoyed) Yes! (pulls out about two dozen sheets of 
: paper and hands then to Nabiki) It's #723. Didn't you read this 
: month's list?

They've got a *list*?


: Ukyo: Kuno? He's cute, but he's got an ego the size of the US 
: national debt. No. Ryoga? Out of town, and I believe I'd rather rub 
: lemon juice in a cut than date him. Tsubasa? (she breaks into 
: hysterical laughter) Right. Mousse? Nice, if slightly goofy, but I'd 
: never get him to go along with it as long as he still thinks he has 
: a chance with Shampoo. Gosunkugi? (she shudders) That's a 
: definite no. Keiichi? Wrong series. Hmm. This might be harder 
: than I thought....

Hmm.  It was funny, sure, but I don't really like casual "breaking
the fourth wall" type gags.  For me, it's either break it
*completely* or let it untouched - little gags like this are a bit
jarring to me, and make it harder to suspend my disbelief.

It's just a personal thing, though.


: Tsung: You have reached His Dread Potentness, the Warlord of 
: Varaiyah. Who has the privilege of speaking with Us?
: 
: Phone: (hesitantly) Hi...you probably don't remember, but you held 
: me prisoner and threatened me with torture unless I became your 
: concubine a few weeks back...anyway, what are you doing next 
: Saturday?

Bwaahah!  Bwaaahahahahahahaah!

That must be the #1 on the top ten list of rarely used come-ons.


Sebastian  (I will not buy this record; it is scratched)
-- <http://enterprise.mathematik.uni-essen.de/~bastian/> Comics reviewed
-- Power does not corrupt, fear corrupts; possibly the fear of losing power.