<A camera clicks on, and we see a blurred image.  Snow is gently falling
outside, and a figure wipes off the camera.>

Ahh.  That's better.  Now, then-

'Grr, DIE, Ranma Saotome!'

Hey, I ain't Ranma!  I- oh, forget it.  Here, have some cold water!

<A bucket falls over Ryoga, turning him into a small pig.  It scampers
under the couch.>

That's better.  Where was I?  Oh, yeah.  To all of the FFML, I would-

<There is a pounding on the door.>

Oh, now what?!

<Several people, armed with bokken, katana, or lasers, storm into the 
room, shouting and badgering towards each other>

That's IT!  I can't stand this anymore!!  Pikachu, Thunder Shock, NOW!
'Pika...PIKACHU!!!!'

<Everyone in the small room is now charred, unconscious, and steaming 
like a well-cooked crab dinner>

Alright now...  

To the FFML, I say Happy New Years!!!!!!!  Let us hope that 1999 will
be the last, and greatest year for Fanficion, Anime, and Manga, of this
millenium!

<Distant sounds of mecha and gunfire erupt, blocking off any more speech>

Grrrrr....  I give up.  This place's rent is cheap but, it ain't worth it!
I'm outta here.

<Exits the door.  A large explosion rips the room apart, then a dark red
mecha steps into the remains.>

'Hmmph.  Eluded us again.  Squad Chi, resume search!'

<The camera shuts off, just before it's vaporized by the ion engines from
the mecha>


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	 jASON mCcLASKEY

  'To write is to live, to be silent is to die in vain...'