Ryouga sat in the dark, compact room unsure of himself. His
only
company, a large wall mirror, the door, and the dim sun lamp above him.
Sentence fragment. There is no such thing as a dim sun lamp.
"Wait!" Ryouga exclaimed. "What about the fancy Hi-tech
communications
equipment?"
"hi-tech"
Aizen put a finger to her chin. "Well... we're under budget."
"on a tight budget"
"Well," she began. "It all started when we found out that Aizen
and
Ranko were actually agents of a top secret organization called MERV."
"You know what that stands for?" he asked.
It's a secret...
The boy blinked. "Oh, no thir... That wath not our waiter! It
wath an
impothter!"
"Waitress," Akane corrected.
"Yeah, and it had to have been," Ranma said. "Look, she brought
out
drinks."
"it can't have been"
In fact, she even apologized, but quit literally blamed Aizen
for the
whole thing.
"quite"
Osamu blinked. "Like the God, right?"
"god".