The challenge: Use that line, "GOD!  You're a hottie!" in a fic.  
However, there are a few restrictions....

1) The person who says it should be someone you would never expect to 
say it.
2) The person saying it can NOT be drunk or on drugs at the time.
3) It can be said by a female to a male, if you want. (Oh gods, if 
this gets me a whole bunch of them with Rei saying it to Shinji, I'm 
gonna scream.)
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4) They have to MEAN it when they say it.

This is another one that really ought to have been pretty obvious.

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Disclaimers:

I hereby disclaim everything.

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"And here sirs we come to legendary training ground of cursed 
springs..."

The man and the boy, clad alike in gis, paid the guide but little 
attention. He had gotten used to this treatment over the past few days, 
as he had led them through the region. He had tried to point out some of 
the more dramatic local sights to impress the two Japanese sirs, but 
they would more often than not just nod at, say, the awe-inspiring 
effects of erosion on the outcrop of boulders atop the cliff--and then 
jump up to the top of the rock formation and start fighting each other, 
ignoring the guide's alarmed cries.

It had gotten to the point that the guide had given up on his usual 
warnings. He would announce their arrival at their latest destination, 
wait a few rounds, and then fill them in on the historical and cultural 
details once they stopped. "These very strange ones, no doubt..." he 
took to muttering under his breath.

"This place doesn't look too impressive."

<So what else new?> "Ah, sir, these _cursed_ springs. Each with..."

"Are you prepared, Ranma?"

"...with own, unique, _tragic_ legend, which..."

"Let's do it, pop."

"...which..." The two dropped their packs and sprang away from the 
guide. "...you not interested in right now." He took out his pipe and 
watched as the sirs took up combat stances, balanced on top of bamboo 
stalks above the deceptively placid waters of the springs. <Ah, young 
peoples today. Always in rush to kick ass, never time to listen to old 
man warning. Just like group of American students come visiting last 
year on senior trip...> He shook his head.

The two sirs took each other's measure. The guide's money (so to 
speak...these two sirs had been quite vague about when exactly they 
would be paying him his fee...) was on the boy, who lacked experience, 
but made up for it with speed and enthusiasm. He might not be that 
attentive when it came to lectures on local history, but where the 
martial arts were even remotely concerned, he didn't learn, he 
_absorbed_.

"I won't go easy on you, Ranma."

"Just the way I like it..."

The guide made one final attempt. "Please, sirs, very bad you fall 
in..." No luck.

The two sirs launched themselves at each other, grappling, striking and 
parrying in mid-air. It was a brilliant display, but gravity could only 
be defied for so long... The old sir got in the last blow, using the 
power of the blow to bounce himself back up to his bamboo foothold, 
propelling the young sir down into...oh, no...

Splash!

"Oh, sirs! Is very bad indeed!"

"Ranma?"

The stream of bubbles that marked where the young sir had fallen in 
suddenly exploded upward; where the young sir had been was now...

"GOD! You're a HOTTIE!"

The old sir slapped his hand over his mouth, reddening in shame and 
shock.

"WHAT did you say, pop?!?" Treading water, and feeling strangely 
buoyant,tThe young...sir...looked down, and saw...

"EEEEEEYAAAAHHHHH...!!!"

"What did I...  Why did I..." The old sir was still unable to understand 
his reaction to seeing his son transformed.

"Oh, sir, do not blame yourself! Is part of magic of this particular 
spring. Your son have very bad misfortune to fall in Spring of Drowned 
Senior Babe. There is tragic story, _very_ tragic, of American high 
school student who drown there one year ago, and now whoever fall in 
spring take body of young woman who unwillingly subject to catcalls, 
rude remarks and other uncalled-for behaviour from mans acting like they 
back in junior high..."

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Sorry for that one.

Jim Champagne
jwc70@hotmail.com

"I thought I had an appetite for destruction, but all I wanted was a 
club sandwich."
- Homer Simpson

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