Sorry for the premature post - Darn Outlook Express
sent the thing before I'd finished (just one miss-
key press... )
"Saotome Genma" <saotome_genma@hotmail.com> wrote:
Ukyou's restaurant had never been this busy,
the food was finished and everyone had a chance
to talk over old times. Around the tables sat;
Ranma and Akane, Ranma and Shampoo, Ranma and
Ukyou, Ukyou and Konatsu.
Suddenly a loudly reverberating voice
gatecrashed the scene, "This is all YOUR fault,
Ranma!"
"R-R-RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE-IE-IE!" Shouted the
three, bandana-wearing, figures that had just
entered the room.
Ranma was the first to say the question on
everyone's mind - which Ranma wasn't that clear.
Telling them apart wasn't that simple - for
example there would be one less Ranma with Akane
when she was cooking, and a corresponding increase
in the average Ranma level elsewhere.
"Ryoga, just how did ya find us anyway?" Ranma
asked.
The three figures looked grim, and the middle
Ryoga pulled fretfully at the rope that linked them
together. "*mumble* *mumble*snobodypoints."
"What was that?" Ranma - a different one - asked
with a cocky smile.
Ryoga thought back as to just when he had finally
overcome his 'directionaly challenged' nature.
...
The sun beat down on the scorching sand, palm
trees swayed in the summer breeze and three travel
worn figures looked over a map of Hokkaido.
"We're here - right?" One said. "I thought we
were over here?" The second countered. "You're both
wrong - we're here and Tokyo is South." "North"
"East"
The stopped for a moment then continued in one
voice "We need to go - THAT way!" they cried, each
pointing in a different direction.
...
"I said," Ryoga continued, "We just have to go
the direction that none of us thinks is right."
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