Hello, all, and welcome to the finale of the Nameless Sequel.
First off, 'Wow!' I really liked this episode, and seeing
things come to an end.
However, I'm getting really tired of anime fanfic writers
putting in references to Pulp Fiction. It's a marvelous movie, I enjoy
it a lot, but it's getting a little heavy handed. Consider this a
warning. :)
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Soun: (chewing) Wonderful chicken, Kasumi.
Kasumi: (smiling) Duck, father. It's duck.
Soun: Wonderful duck, then.
(Ranma looks slightly bothered, as if by something he can't
quite
place.)
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I may be sick...
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Scrolling Text: (in a nifty, Tom Clancy-like teletype effect) US
DEEP SPACE INCURSION PREVENTION INSTALLATION (USDSPI),
IDAHO, MT. BADASS, 0023 HOURS
Officer 1: (clipped tones) The object has cleared the orbit of
Mars,
sir.
General: Does it conform to the specs of any of the 235 races we
know of?
Officer 2: No sir. We've never seen anything like it. Should I
have
the fleet move out from behind Venus?
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Our tax dollars at work.
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General: Right. Get me ComPac on the horn, I want to speak to
CINCPac.
Officer 3: ComPac is being repainted, General, and CINCPac is in
labor at the moment.
General: (incredulous) Admiral Arthur MacMarlon is in _labor_,
soldier? Are you aware of the penalties for drug abuse on duty?
Officer 3: (apologetically) He took a goodwill tour to China
about
a year ago, and was visiting these cursed springs....
General: (disgusted) The NinComPac.
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John falls on the floor, laughing, banging his head into
furniture so that he can stop laughing and breathe again. "Excellent."
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Priest: There's a demon from Hell chewing on the Holy Book.
Akari: (mortified) Katsunishiki! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!
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Q: What does a two ton sumo pig eat?
A: Anything it wants to.
***
The commentary switches to a TV news studio, where Fuu and Uni
from Magic Knight RayEarth are sitting on the set, being reporters.
Uni: ...And so it turns out I've won the fencing match for the
fifth year in a row. That's Sports. Fuu-chan?
Fuu: Thank you Uni-chan. (turns to camera) And now we go to
our live reporter, Hikaru-chan, on the scene in Nerima, where the end of
the world is apparently already in progress.
<<Camera cuts to show Hikaru-chan, who looks like a very cute
and young Ranma-chan, holding a microphone. Behind her is 'Our Lady of
Grevious Pain And Suffering'>>
Hikaru: Thanks! <Kawaii smile> Well, here I am at the
Kuno-Tendo joint wedding in Nerima. Here's some footage we've already
recorded.
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Man: We're here for the alien invasion.
Nabiki: That's down at the Presbyterian Church. This is the
wedding of Soun and Kasumi Tendo.
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Hikaru: For a moment, I thought I was in the wrong place!
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Tsung: (astounded) You mean both of you are _also_ isolated
Chinese warlords with a arrogant, imperious air, a horde of
powerful minions, a neat-looking palace, and a spectacular
martial arts special technique that seemed unbeatable until you
fought Ranma Saotome?
Herb and Kirin: Why, yes.
Tsung: (thoughtful) We are interested by this.
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Hikaru: And this reporter would now like to predict the
downfall of communism in china...
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Cloaked Figure 1: You see? There is no danger to your planet.
Your
puny race is not about to be wiped out by the awesome power of
the T'Kraal Empire.
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Hikaru: <<Uber-Kawaii smile>> And isn't that a relief?
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Cloaked Figure 1: I think he suspects.
Cloaked Figure 2: Signal the lead ship to move into atmospheric
position.
Cloaked Figure 3: Pass the bacon-balls.
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Hikaru: These gentlemen are really great. I love how polite they
are. Most aliens, travelling lightyears to attend a wedding and invade
the earth, don't take the time to learn the customs of the planet they
plan to havest. <slight frown on face, staring up in the sky> Like
some Cloud-nebulans I could mention...
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Saburo: It's 30 miles to Nerima. We've got a full tank of gas, a
carton of okonomiyaki, there's an alien spaceship hanging over
the
city, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
(They think this over for all of a nanosecond.)
Ranma and Saburo: (together) Hit it.
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Hikaru: The producer would like to mention that he does,
however, approve of gratuitous Blues Brother references.
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Kasumi: The earth part is incorrect. It is a Vk'dargh crystal
sculpture.
Nabiki: (reading tag) To Kasumi, new Native Planetary Governor,
from the Empire.
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Hikaru: And much congratulations to our new Planetary Governor.
Earlier today, I interviewed her.
<<Cut to interior of church. Hikaru is interviewing Kasumi.>>
Hikaru: Any new planetary policies you intend to start?
Kasumi: <smile> Oh, I wouldn't want to upset all of those
leaders out there by telling them how to run thier countries!
Hikaru: <smiles back> Oh, I'm sure they're very happy to hear
that.
Kasumi: <slight worried look> Unless, of course, they don't
start washing behind their ears.
<< Back to exterior of the church>>
Hikaru; And so I believe the new Planetary Governer's basic
policy is: Personal Hygene or Else!
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(The cat rips the bear apart in a shower of blood, and playfully
begins to chew through a lamppost.)
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Hikaru: <eyes big, body going SD>> HOW KAWAII!!!
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Zen: (annoyed) No, I mean Tendou Akane! The devil in human form!
She'll...
(Akane mallets the monk into LEO, where he bounces nicely off
the
hull of the spacecraft.)
Ryoga: (unhearing) SAOTOME, TODAY IS THE DAY I CRUSH..
(He collides with a group of people and they go down in a tangle
of
arms and legs.)
Ryoga: (trying to sit up) Uh, sorry...
Herb: (sorting out his arms) Clumsy oaf!
Tsung: (standing up) YOU! THE INFIDEL!
Kirin: (irate) Has the cur insulted you, friend Tsung?
Ryoga: (small voice) uh-oh.
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Nabiki: Bets? Bets? Ryouga vs. The Warlords of China! 3-2
odds on Ryouga!
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Shampoo: (eyes glowing) Dead men file no lawsuits!
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Nabiki: <pale> Um... gotta go!
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Well, after this it gets kinda confusing. I liked it though...
especially with Felix being transported to Neptune. We shouldn't see
him until...oh, August, at least!
Keep up the good work. I hope the date with Ukyou shows up in
the epiloge!
-john
"What do you do if a Terrorist throws a pin at you?
Run! He's got a grenade in his mouth!"
jcfiala@cssltd.com