Well, after Gary's post and a couple of messages with screaming, debates
on whether the post in question was indeed a flame, etc, we have yet to
answer the question that might actually have relevance to this fic.

What is the cost of living in Nerima?  I'm sure that someone on this list
lives in Japan right now, and possibly in Nerima itself.  I'd like to hear
from that person, rather than the half-formulated theories that have been
advanced (no offense intended to those that have posted these.  It's just
that Japan's gone through some heavy economic turmoil in the past year, so
current information would be best). 

Guys, if you absolutely *have* to post, could you at least make it
constructive?

Sorry there's no anti-rant spamfic this time.  I didn't find anything
funny to write about.  Maybe later.

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...