Aw crap.  I'm in trouble.  And I don't even know why!  Okay, I might
be a target, or they're just playing with my mind just to keep me inline.
 Just to be safe, I'll take care of some things before they come.  Thinks
Jordan as he hurries around his house.  A few minutes later we seem him
clawing through a closet with a sign on front: "Jordan's Stuff, Don't
even think of looking in here."  
   "Let's see, radiation suit, rubber chicken,....." he mumbled as he
threw objects out of the closet.  "Come on, where is it!"  Suddenly, a
hole appeared in the fabric of space and time and out stepped two
familiar figures.
   "Is this Jordan E. Sam's, a.k.a JesX, house?" Ranma asked Jordan.
   Jordan turned around startled.  "Uh, no.  He lives up the road a bit. 
That is unless he moved to France."
   "Nice try!" Said Akane.
   "Aw c'mon.  I haven't done anything!  I didn't even write a fanfic
yet!!!  Why am I a target for revenge?"
   "Well, you see, using this dimensional warp thing, we can also go
forward into time and see how your fanfics are going to be like." Ranma
answered.
   "Really, are my fanfics good or bad."
   "If they were good, you think we would be here?" Akane asked.
   "Eep." was Jordan's reply.
   "Actually, we're not here about your fanfics, though we would like to
talk to you about that.  You see, we've read all the posts you've posted
and we'd like to discuss a few of them."  Ranma said.
   "Gulp," was all Jordan could say.
   "Remember when you got Venkarel mad and she sprayed you with the
Spring-of-drowned Rat water?"  Akane continued.
   "Yeah, that was hard work keeping dry for those few days."
   "Well, she gave you a cure.  And it seems it has been working
indefinitely...." Ranma replied.
   "If you want some, ask Venkarel, I used it all up." said Jordan.
   "Now, now.  We been watching you.  You maybe a bit crazy," Akane said.
   "Thanks!"
   "and you may be bit weird." Ranma continued.
   "Aw, you're going to make me blush."
   "But you're not stupid!  And neither are we.  We know you have some,
so where is it?" Akane demanded.
   "Somewhere in there." Jordan answered pointing into the closet.
   "Aw, man!  How in the world are we going to find it in there!" Ranma
exclaimed, growing angry.
   "Well, I was searching for it before you came here.  I was going to
use it as a way to keep you two from seriously hurting me.  But seeing
how you're going to do that if I don't give it to you, I guess I better
find it.  Go ahead and keep talking.  I'll search."
   "Also, we've noticed lately you have this evil thought locked up in
cage threatening to unleash it unless you're helped." Akane continued,
ignoring the various objects flying past her.
   "Yeah, so.  Oh, THAT'S where I put the thermonuclear bomb!"
   "We want it." Ranma said flatly.
   "Welllll, oh alright.  It's been getting lame lately so you can have
it.  But I'm keeping the adamantium box!"
   "Alright, We'll take care of it.  Where is it?" Ranma asked.
   "Right beside the computer in my brother's room.  Come on."
   Jordan leads Ranma into his brother's room while Akane continues her
search through the closet.  He points to a grayish-silver box on the
desk.
   "There it is."
   Ranma replied by saying, "Let it out."
   "Uh, you're sure about that?  It is getting a little lame, but it is
dangerous."
   "Don't worry."
   "Alright, fortunately I got Zen and Venkarel to give me the key back."
  Jordan unlocked the door to the cage and slowly opened the cage with a
loud creak.  Out popped a hideously deformed creature!  "I'm free, I'm
free!  Now to let loose upon the world the idea of...."
   "Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!" Ranma cried as his hands become a blur
and cutting off the creature sentence.  Finishing, Ranma jumps to the
air.  As the creature dazedly walks around, he looks up.
   "Aw shit." CRUNCH!  went the creature as Ranma landed the kick
(imagine a bug being squashed by a fly swatter).
   "There, taken care of." Ranma said.
   "Aw crap.  Man is my brother going to be mad when he visits this
weekend."
   Akane then comes in carrying a bottle with water sloshing around in
it.
   "I found the bottle.  Now, let's talk about your fanfic ideas." Akane
said.
   Jordan would have gulped if his throat wasn't dry.
   "Now the Bounty hunter one is okay," Ranma started.
   "phew" sighed Jordan.
   "And same with the Ancient Greece one." he continued.
   Jordan sighed again.
   "Also, we want you to really think about that WB crossover." Akane
said.
   Jordan thought a few minutes about this, then bursts out laughing.
   "Okay, maybe it is a funny idea, we didn't get to check on it." Ranma
said.
   "But about the Kzin and Animorphs one."  Akane said.
   "Uh-oh."
   "That's right.  You'll get killed for writing them." Ranma stated.
   "Really?!?  But what if telling me this it changes for the better!  Or
maybe because you tell me this it turns out this way and I end up dead. 
Well, I don't care!  I going to write all my ideas whether you want me to
or not!  I won't be intimidated like others!"
   "Oh, were not here to stop you.  See we know you're that type of
person who wouldn't give into intimidation and wouldn't listen to us.  So
were going to mess up your life a little to delay you from writing those
fanfics." Akane said.
   "Oh yeah!  What in the world can you do?  Nothing you two can do would
last for long!"
   "Except a Jusenkyo Curse." Ranma said.
   "Eep." Jordan said, face falting.
   "And now since we have the cure, you'll have to live with it like
everyone had to do in our dimension." Akane continued.
   "Eep."
   "You know, that's annoying." Akane said.
   "Anyway, we have some more of that rat water.  So we'll use that."
Ranma said.  Splash!
   "Eep!"
   "There, now that that's taken care of, it's time to visit the next
author." Akane said, disappearing with Ranma into a dimensional warp.
   Jordan-rat waits a few minutes, then a little bit longer.  Then he
heads down to the closet.  Good thing I had more than one bottle hidden
in there. he thought as he sniffed around.
   Meanwhile, back in Ranma and Akane's dimension.
   "Yes, now I'll finally be rid of this curse!" Ranma exclaimed.
   "Good going Ranma," Akane said slapping him on the back.  The bottle
flew out of Ranma's hands and crashes onto the ground.
   The sounds of fighting continue through the night.

Jordan E. Sam
jesx@juno.com
JesX@aol.com
All around bad speller (and my grammar ain't no good neither :))
Comic, Cartoon, Gaming, and TV fan who knows WAY too much useless trivia
"So THIS is a sig.!
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(continuing the comic strip thing mentioning lemons but isn't really
meaning lemon fics.)
(Ratbert and Dogbert are walking down a sidewalk)
Ratbert: My philosophy is "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade."  Of
course, the whole thing depends heavily on life also providing a big
pitcher with ice and a few glasses.
(They come upon some lemons, a pitcher with ice, and a few glasses.)
Ratbert: WHAT?  NO NAPKINS?!
------From the Dilbert book "Fugitive from the Cubicle Police"
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