It's my opinion that MSTing has become passe and also the various authors 
have built up a resistance. So without further ado.

SAOTOME TO A BOUT!  IN HONOR OF THIS MATCH, I WILL SING 'THE YELLOW
ROSE OF TEXAS' IN LITHUANIAN WHILE DOING AN IRISH JIG!"

	This was, of course, completely the wrong way to go about issuing a 
challenge.  Especially at three o'clock in the morning.

	After setting off the fireworks, which for some reason made a
picture of a potato, Kenchuro went into his performance.  He sang off
key, used the wrong tune, and mistranslated the lyrics anyway.  What
he called an Irish Jig was closer to Appalachian Clog Dancing, and
didn't look right in what he considered a fighting outfit.

	Ranma, thankful that this was a night she could wear pajamas,
dragged on a robe and went downstairs to see what the hell was going
on, followed by the rest of the household.  Excepting Genma, who
could sleep through the end of the world if he wasn't being directly
attacked or offered food.

	She opened the door and stared at what seemed to be someone in a pink 
gorilla outfit having some sort of spasm.

	"Not happening.  Dream.  Gotta be.  Too stupid not to be."  >She turned to 
drag herself back to her waiting, friendly futon.

	"Hey, where are you going?  I haven't finished my challenge
ritual yet!" complained the pink gorilla.

	"Like Ranma said," muttered Nabiki.  "We're going back to bed,
mister stupid dream.  And that's the tune to the William Tell
Overture anyhow."

        "Quite agreed, quite agreed!" Every one turned to see a tall, clean 
cut, british colonel, carrying a leather riding crop under his arm, walk 
into the Tendou's front yard.
        "I'm the senior officer present and I demand you put a stop to this 
chapter at once. It's silly."
         Ranma, and the others looked at each other trying to figure out 
what was going on. The Colonel continued.
         "Now this started out as a good decent sketch about Ranma coming to 
grips with his femininity, and looking smashing in tight leather outfits. 
But now you have some loony coming fully formed from the authors demented 
imagination and,"
          "I am not a loony!" Kenchuro shouted. "Why should I be tarred with 
epithet loony just because I'm perfecting the ultimate technique of b . . ."
          "Ah shaddup yer a loony!" Ranma shouted.
          "Thank you," said the colonel. "Now no one likes a good laugh 
better then I do, except perhaps my wife."
          "And Captain Johnson?" Kasumi asked, having just come out to the 
yard.
           "Yes, quite right but anyway in the integrity of fanfics every 
where I order you all to desist. That's not even a proper gorilla suit!" he 
barked at Kenchuro.
          "Now I'm going to leave to allow the mob of angry neighbors to 
beat the loony to an inch of his life and when I come back tomorrow morning 
I expect to see a good decent outdoors fanfic!" With that he turned and 
marched away allowing the enraged neighbors carrying torches, pitchforks and 
rubber hoses to descend on Kenchuro.
          "Well. That was interesting," Nabiki said watching him leave.
          "What do we do now?" Akane asked.
          "Like he said, how about an out doors fanfic," Ranma mussed. "Ya 
know I never wanted to be a Martial Artist anyway."

            But seriously good work. Keep it up.

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