Subject: [FFML][Nexus Update][Spamfic]
From: "Kenji Murasaki" <nexuspost@hotmail.com>
Date: 9/23/1999, 6:40 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com, TABYBOY124@aol.com, LucienLockhart@hotmail.com

Greetings from the Nexus! I'm not dead, just extremely busy with school and 
my homepage. Sadly, I haven't gotten much written this entire month, but 
I've picked up a wind, so that will change soon (I hope). In the meantime, 
I'm looking for someone to archive what little completed fiction that I 
have. Now for your enjoyment, a commercial break that wouldn't leave my head 
until I put it on paper. Enjoy, and send any and all responses, checks, 
death-threats, trenchcoats, straight jackets, to KMurasaki@Hotmail.com.
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(Scene opens at the Daytona 500. Jeff Gordon is six cars behind, and two 
laps from finishing. His pit crew buzzes him on the CB unit.)

PCrew: Look Jeff, you gotta pull outta this jam, there's no way we can't 
walk home without something.(whispering in the background.) Okay I'll tell 
ya what, there's a nice cold big slam of Pepsi here waiting for ya. How 
about you come in a little earlier?

(Jeff guns the engine, and quickly surpasses all remaining cars for the 
lead. Out of the corner of his left eye however, he notices something coming 
up fast. A closer view shows a teenage girl on a bicycle holding a crate in 
one hand, and controling the bike with the other. A short person with a cane 
is sitting on the back with surprisingly no hold on anything. The two soon 
come window-to-bike with Jeff.)

SHAMPOO: Nihao Jeff.

COLOGNE: Now now, grand-daughter, we have a dilivery to make.

(They quickly pass, to take the checker flag and the win. Jeff pulls into 
the pit, where everyone is chewing on ramen and Shampoo is drinking the 
Pepsi.)

JEFF(exhausted): I don't know where she came from.

SHAMPOO: Jeff-san no worry. Is always Indy Grand Prix.

(Jeff facefaults.)



Ja ne!!!^_^
-Kenji Murasaki(~/o Yappa pa pa pa, yappa pa pa pa. The joy of Cola...~/o)

"Damn morning people, annoying, cheerful, energetic morning people.
People
better off dead.  Shoot them just on principle.  Blaster,
near.  Shoot.  No.
Stay.  In bed.  Forever.  My place, my bed.  Mine, mine."

        "Stuff" by Gheorghe2

"Could someone please explain to me how he managed to put a
Club(tm) on the entry plug?"
    -Asuka, Excerpt from the Obnoxious Otaku Series

"You can't look dignified when you're having fun."
    -Wes Janson, Solo Command

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