On Sat, 21 Dec 1996, Ken Arromdee wrote:

    Soun Tendou looked deliriously mad.  His target, of course, was Ranma,
Genma being an old friend whom he could never get mad at.  "Waaaaaaaah!  How

Ranma; 
Genma being

    Martial artists lived in a special martial world of their own.  On almost
every city block in an area like Nerima, was a seemingly ordinary person who
no passerby would realize could break concrete with their bare hands and bound
over tall buildings in a single leap.  The Gambling King wasn't quite a
martial artist, but he did have this way of utterly defeating people with
large dice.  Maybe one of the martial arts underground would know where to
find him.

Hehe.

    Ucchan smiled.  "Boy, Ranchan, he really goes googly-eyed over her."
    "Yeah...  I'm afraid he'll be useless until Kasumi goes home, and they're
going to be having tea and cake for a while yet."
    "Ranchan?"
    "Hai...?"
    "Kasumi likes Dr. Toufuu, right?"
    "Hai."
    "And he's a martial artist, right?"
    "Hai."
    "And a martial artist has to marry one of Mr. Tendou's daughters and
run the dojo, right?  We should help get them together.  Then we get rid of
Nabiki too, and everything will be clear for us...."  Ranma was speechless.

Now there's good thinking :)
 

John Walter Biles :  MA-History, Ph.D Wannabe at U. Kansas         
ranma@falcon.cc.ukans.edu       
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