Greg:  Ahem...Now?  Okay, I can wait........... [humming softly to self]
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 wish he'd hurry up an finish reading>.....................

        Wha, ready?  Good.  Ahem

        Kun-chan.... HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FREAKING MIND!?!?!?!?

        [Preparing sharp impliments, rusty razor blades, garlic press 
(in case of sudden switch to Kun-kun), *Bap* sticks of various lengths.]

Uncle Fester: What are you complaining about?  *You* kept passing out.
        *I* had to read the rest of it.

Greg: I donno, when she got to the third button.... and I noticed no bra 
        ....... I mean, then the panties.....  [gasping] the...the...
        [gulp] SEX...

Uncle Fester: Geez, man, relax.  At least she didn't write *you* into 
        the story.  She only got Jimbo.

Greg:  Phew!  Guess you're right.  She's always picking on the poor
        guy.  Think he deserves it?

Uncle Fester:  How should I know?  You know how those Aussies are..

Greg:  Hmmmm.  

Uncle Fester: I wonder if she'd like to do a sequel with Jack Ji.  I 
        figure the two of them could write one hell of an otaku story.  
        You know, Jack for the detail and Kunny for the naughty bits.

Greg:  It'll never work.  Never, never, never....

Uncle Fester:  Look, I've got an idea.  Lets read it again.  This time, 
        we'll play the drinking game as we go.  Okay?

Greg: Fine with me.  I'll open another case of Fosters.

Uncle Fester:  Better make it two, laddie.  I've got a feeling there were 
        some parts she missed.

Greg:  If not, we can make it up as we go.

Uncle Fester: [opening the first can] Think she'll write us another?

Greg:  Naw!  I mean, who would the little Aussie [censored] include?  
        She's already written everybody she knows in the first.

Uncle Fester: [snickering]  She still has the entire female cast to do 
        as Kun-kun.

[General drunken laughter]

Uncle Fester: Hey!  It looks like that subliminal message you inserted in
        the first 'Dispatches From The Bunker' worked.

Greg: Only partially.  We got her to write the otaku-fic where she *does*
        Ranma.  Now all we have to do is wait for her to show up at 
        Martin's door dressed in Saran-Wrap.


Enough of the fun stuff.... Now for the C&C [snicker]

Yes, I kept both hands in plain sight.  It's hard to laugh and do *that*
at the same time (or so my wife says [shrug]).

Smoking, staring up at the roof and thinking of sex with the Ranma 
characters.... Naw, with the author.... hmmmmmm.

Kasumi... blender... whipped cream... appliances... SLICING OFF CLOTHING?!?

AKANE AND JOHN BILES!?!?!?!?

Shampoo... litter of kittens.  HYSTERICAL!!!!!!  ROTFL!!!!!!

Cash rolling in????  I was in the closet taking pictures.  Nabiki will
be contacting you about the negatives any day now.


        - Greg
        (Too wasted from reading this to write anything tonight.)