Boredcollective wrote:
"Constant thrust equals constant velocity."
"Good. Now, let us move on-"
A hand went up in the back row. "Uhhh, Exedore-sensei? I've got
a question!"
Sigh.
"Yyyyeah," Otaku-san agreed, slowly nodding along.
"Explosions are therefore louder, since there is no air to get
in the way."
"Ooooooooh," the student said, "it all makes sense now."
Heh. It does, doesn't it?
The teacher shook her head. "No, school policy is very strict
on this. Tanaka-san, please grade Shiko's assignment."
He should just sniff it, recoil in horror and fail her.
"There must be something wrong!" Shiko tried to protest.
"Do you WANT to grow up to play a MINOR role in society, young
lady?" the teacher berated her student. "If so, just keep making
edible food and you will! Important people shouldn't cook well!"
Interesting way of putting it.
The tentacle monster froze. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Yes!" all the other girls agreed, bouncing up and down in
agreement. "Let us demonstrate!"
Heh. Pure evil.
*Grrrowl!* The zombified teenagers roared, grabbing the
monitor's arms and legs, pummeling him into unconsciousness.
Fortranda laughed pityingly. "Dumb humans."
*WARK-WARK-WARK!* The klaxon of an alarm sounded and red
lights flashed along the hallway walls.
Another hall monitor rushed down a flight of stairs.
"Ooooh, another one," Youma Fortranda commented, "but I don't
want any distractions while I get this energy to Jadeite." She held
out her hand and the thick steel door leading from the stairs to
the hallway slammed shut, additionally barricaded by a few rows of
lockers, which slid over to cover the entrance.
Nifty
*BLAAAAAAM!* The entranceway exploded open, bits of broken
and oxidized metal flying inward. Dust and smoke engulfed the area.
*BJRR!*BJRR!*BJRR!* Red laser bolts blazed through the smoke.
They struck several students, flooring them.
White-armored, masked Stormtroopers fought their way in, firing
their black laser rifles at everything that moved.
*BZRR!*BZRR!*POWWWW!*
Well, that is one way to fight back. :)
Unseen by the two, a mysterious bubble popped up behind Ranma's
head, containing the image of a cute, tiny, super-deformed Genma with
his arms folded. He said, "You were at least ten, and it was only
four times, you big crybaby!" Then the bubble puffed away into a thin
wisp of white mist. "At least be grateful it wasn't s-s-squirrels!"
Heh
The black-haired girl nodded. "Sure do, but look on the bright
side: being your 'knight in shining armor' is better than him
thinking he can get a date from you by beating you up."
"And he wants to kill the real me."
"Maybe he'll forget about it."
"I wouldn't bet on it." Ranma shook his head. "They never
do..."
True
One of the Stormtroopers behind them snorted and replied in
his digitally filtered voice, "That old excuse isn't going to work
this time, kid."
Heh
*Thump!* The lead troopers nudged the rear students along
with the butt of their rifles and replied, "No!"
"Delinquent-scum," another trooper commented with disgust.
The vice principal had Fortranda by the neck, lifting her over
a foot off the ground as he began the interrogation.
YOu have to admit, discipine is well maintained here.
*Crack-Crack!* Several vertebrae in the youma's neck fragmented
and her expression went blank. Her disguise faded, revealing her true
form as a gaunt, shriveled-up grey female monster.
Heh. Definitely didn' see that one coming.
"No, he freezes them in carbonite and sends them to see the
Principal."
"..."
"Yeah, that's what I said when I first heard about it."
Heh. At first I didn't like the SW intrusion, but the end made up for it.
Not sure how much you can milk that gag, though. I suppose we'll see.
So far so good. Enjoy Nuke Em and Sailor Stylin a little more, but this
isn't bad. It's enjoyable.
D.B. Sommer
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