I think that you are writing the cursed pool as the ^Qcontainment'
device and that makes perfect sense.
Oh dear. You do realize the natural consequence of that line of thought
is, don't you?
"I wish that I was a trilliona...MOOO!" shouted Nabiki, as she leapt into
the pool, with Ranma close at hand. The Guide shook his head sadly, and
began warming some water.
-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...