(The scene is a field filled with wild flowers and two figures are seen
running towards one another calling out eachother's names.)
Ranma: Akane.
Akane: Ranma.
Ranma: Akane.
Akane: Ranma.
Ranma: Akane.
Akane: Ranma.
(The figures are now only ten feet apart when suddenly of nowhere an anvil
falls out of the sky and squishes Akane with a sickening thunk.)
(Ranma looks at the bloody squishy mess under the anvil in a look of
complete and utter shock. A tear starts to come to his eye.)
Ranma: Oh Akane how could you have died like this when I never got the
chance to say I love you.
Ranma: Because I really don't.
(After saying this Ranma puts his hands in his pockets and walks away
whistling a cheery tune.)