On Mon, 19 Jul 1999, David Johnston wrote:

Francis Bourque wrote:

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Pretty much what I thought.

PS: Try Tsubasa.  That is a hunt not easy.  As long as he dont display a
tree who dont exist

Tsubasa would win far too easily.

Then again, maybe not.  What if he ran out of tree costumes?

Hunter:		Indeed, this prey is most worthy.  I have not been able to
		locate him yet.  But before I continue, I shall dine on my
		dinner.

He roots in his pockets for some change, then inserts it in the cola
machine.  The Out Of Order sign flashes, and he kicks the machine several
times, cursing it, before proceeding to finish his midday meal.  He
finally begins to leave when...

Hunter:		Wait a moment.  Since when did this island get a cola
		machine?


Or perhaps a scene such as this...


	"You!  I know you're somewhere in this house!"  cried the enraged
industrialist, who's sportsman sensibilities were offended by the lad's
"cheating".  "You can not hide from me forever!" 

	"Are you a chair?"  he shouted, blasting away at his sofa.

	"A vase?" an elegant Ming vase shattered upon impact of the bullet.

	"Table?  Bookshelf?"  he cried, his shotgun rendering the formerly
priceless pieces of antique furnature into kindling. 

	The next dawn found the bewildered hunter firing at the remaining
scraps of wood of his house.  Knowing that he had limited time, the hunter
had forsaken his conventional weaponry, and had unpacked his heavier
firepower to cover more ground.  The fragmentation grenades had been long
since used up, and he had not thought to bring many LAWs with him.  He
ceased his firing of the flamethrower, and began to call his manservent to
setup the Dragoon, when he noticed a young mailbox emerge from the trees,

	"Um, it's dawn, right?" called Tsubasa.  "This is tomorrow?  Can I
go home now?"

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
-------
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...