On Mon, 2 Dec 1996, JAMES PALMER wrote:

Since when are you a Paranoia fan?  Nice evaluation of Orange
though.

That information is classified.  Even attempting to access that 
information is treason.  What is your security clearance?

The computer is your friend.

Ok..... Security Clearance Green, friend.  Internal Security.  Just checking
the clearances authorized by you Friend Computer....  (I can hear the
termination voucher, with my name on it, coming for me all ready....)

Checking on the clearances?  Does that mean you doubt the computer?  
Doubting the computer is treason.
 

Ever thought of doing a Paranoia / Ranma X-over?  It would be VErrryyy
interesting, neh?

(small note:  I don't have my book on hand, and it's been years since 
I've played,  so the naming is incorrect.  So sue me.)

Ranma stood outside the commissary, staring helplessly at the pile of 
paperwork he had to wade through just to get those extra vials of hot 
water he needed.  He glanced around at his teammates.  They seemed the 
type to blow his head off in a second if they found out about his mutant 
power.  At the moment, though, they each had their own pile of 
paperwork. He cleared his throat; the ever-helpful commissary bot beeped 
inquiringly.

"May I have a pen?" he asked nervously.

"To request a pen, please fill out forms 23 through 765 in triplicate." 
the combot beeped helpfully.

"But... how am I supposed to fill out forms..."  The others were 
beginning to look at him strangely,  "Never mind."

Ryouga, in particular was eyeing him curiously, his fingers toying with 
the barrel of his gun.  Ranma smiled disarmingly and returned to not 
filling out his forms.  He briefly considered filling out the forms in 
blood, but the loss of the amount of blood necessary to request a pen 
would almost certainly kill him.  They would only clone him five more 
times before giving up on him.  He sighed -- but in a happy way, he was 
definitely happy.  He beamed around at his comrades.

Ryouga was still fingering his gun.  That was suspicious.  Ranma narrowed 
his eyes.  Ryouga narrowed his eyes back.  Some of the others narrowed 
their eyes too.  Soon the whole bunch had narrowed their eyes.    
This lasted several minutes, until a passing scrubbot started the 
cold-water-rinse cycle of its cleaning process.  Ranma jumped out of the 
way of the jet of water just in time, as did Ryouga.  Unfortunately, one 
of their teammates wasn't so lucky.  Where agent Shampoo had been was 
instead a small purple-eared cat nearly hidden in the folds of her red 
jumpsuit.

"It's a mutant!  Being a mutant is treason!" Ranma said in a mixture of 
fear and relief, relief that he had not been discovered himself.  He 
hated to kill a fellow mutant, but at all costs he must prevent his own 
discovery... after all, he had a mission...

Ranma leapt to his feet, frantically screwing the barrel of his gun, 
trying hard not to panic... He heard all around him the sound of barrels 
being screwed onto guns, but his fear gave him a slight edge.  He pointed 
his gun, closed his eyes, and squeezed the trigger.

He blinked one eye open, looking at the mess.  Well, at least he could 
get started on those forms... he reached out a finger towards his new ink...

"No!  You mustn't!" said Sanitation Engineer Kasumi, knocking his hand 
away before he got more than a drop.  "This is most unsanitary."  She 
began humming a happy cleaning tune as she summoned several scrubbots to 
deal with the mess...


hee hee hee

I'll work on this over Christmas...

mata ne,
bengman