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In a message dated 8/9/02 2:38:16 PM, kinnisonmn@vf103.navy.mil writes:

Dear sweet mother of GOD!

Yeah, pretty much

"In all of nature, there is one universal truth that applies to every

race in the animal kingdom: the female is always the deadlier 

of the species."
#Save only the Botswannian Assassin Wombats, but they're a special case.
--Solomon Paine
-From some C&C by Miashara

The what?

The Botswannian Asassin Wombats. =)

Cool so this is going to have Ami's perspective through journal entries.

Cool, I feel people don't use this style as often as they could. It's realy
a nice perspective if done right.

Well, she is the central character in this fic 

Amy Lynn Angela Anderson, 

**Damn! Think her name's long enough?** 

Do you really want me to honestly answer that? =)

sighed as she stepped out of >the elevator onto the seventh floor of the

condo building. Here   >she was, the best student in school, honors program, 

band, and volunteer at the boys and girls club mentoring young scientists, 
and her math teacher was >still giving her only >mid-level calculus. Where 
was the challenge? Trig, at the very least,

some physics would be nice too.

Classic Ami.

Yep.

She had been brushing her teeth yesterday morning when it suddenly

occurred to her that a nine-volt battery, xenon gas, and the cheese on
the pizzas in the cafeteria could be combined to create fake muscle tissue 

that the

human immune system wouldn't reject. 

** ? O_o ...**

You mean you never speculated on what the food they served in the high school 
cafeteria was made of?

She had rushed back to her room, sketched out the formula and presented it 

to Mr. Carson, the chem lab teacher, he had looked at it, turned white, told 
her that it was very >nice, and then took a bottle from his desk drawer and 
began taking long gulps from it, his >hands shaking almost violently as they 
had since she had made the lab table

float in mid-air.

Ah Gentleman Jack Daniels.  My chem teacher liked that too my senior year.
Something about burning a hole in a lab table and my hand whith sodium.

A mystery to be sure. *Solemn nod*

She hadn't meant to make it float, but the chemical spill right before

it had been sort of her fault. If only Doctor Knight of Pacific Tech wasn't 

so

damn good at explaining particle physics. She could almost hear his voice.
'Amy Lynn, would you like to help me probe the Universe?' Protons, quarks,

Doctor Knight explaining fusion in...intimate detail while demonstrating

how to probe the universe on the Accelerator...Amy Lynn's mouth began to 

water

and she felt her knees began to buckle. 

Ooooooh Someone's getting the warm squishies for the 'ol Doc.

Not the Doc, just his area of expertise.

Well at least it's a good explanation.  

I try.

hmm sounds like back home. Were did you say Juuban hollow is?

No place specific. Just Southern.

in the south that'd be a plantation Steve. ;) **Image of several Youma
out in thte feilds working.**

[Insert Youma with southern accent joke here]

I could make a couple of crude remarks here but will refrain. ;)

Probably a good idea.

"Not much to look forward to, I'm afraid," Doctor Jackson replied. "Most
injuries the people prefer to treat themselves, even severed limbs. 

0_o; ...What?!

Fiercely Independant, are the people of Juuban Hollow...

See I told you it was a plantation. And there's nothing wrong ith beer.
It has wonderful healing properties when drank in suficiant amounts.

It can also be used as a sleeping aid.

They vanished inside, leaving Amy Lynn to her own devices.

0_o;

Don't...just...don't...

I like this description.

Thanks

"Welcome to the Okasap general store," the girl behind the counter said.
Her voice was slightly nasal, with a New Yorkish accent. "What can I get 

you?"

Sailor Moon just crossed over into "My cousin Vinnie" didn't it?

Not yet...

Though that is an idea...

"Nope. Mister Peters did. Bets on everything, that man. Mom's the only
one willing to take his bets." She held out her hand. "I'm Molly."

Ahh betting on the trivial. a national past time back home.

Mark Twain would be proud.

Though I would like to know what that book reviewer was smoking when he said 
that in a hundred years (this was back in Twain was writing) only the jumping 
frog would be remembered out of all of Twain's books.

"Amy Lynn," Amy Lynn replied, shaking the offered hand.

"And that's Serena Usagi Ann Tsukino," 

Damn 'nother long 'en

Yep.

"But every one calls her Bunny."

for obvious reasons.

Yep.

Bunny was slender with round curves and her white shirt and raggedly 

Should be Raggedy, works better.

Probably.

jean shorts hugged them tightly. An old, dirt-spotted work shirt was over

the white shirt and her feet were covered by work boots. The white shirt had
been tied under her breasts to show off a flat midriff tight enough to bounce
a quarter off of and her arms were leanly muscled. As Bunny turned at the
sound of her name, her work shirt moved and Amy Lynn caught sight of the 

handle

of a Machete on her far side.

Hello!

[Tigger]The wonderful thing about fanservice, is that fanservice is a 
wonderful thing![/Tigger]

Molly, on the other hand, was shorter, but more slender. Her shoulders

were narrow and her face freckled. Her shoulder length brown hair parted in
a widow's peak over her forehead and she wore a light blue shirt with the
sleeves cut off and jeans under a starched white apron.

Cute.

Thanks

Amy Lynn took a sip of the float and smiled. The ice cream and root beer

was cold, and felt good as it slid down her throat.

...0_o; um...

I am a bad, bad, man...

Or if you prefer, last words before my execution by flame mail. =)

** Watches the Yakuza hitmen setting up across the treet from steve's.**

Hmm I think Ms. Takeuchi has taken care of that.

Apparently so. 

Special Thanks go out to Myron Kinnison and Harold Ancell for their tips

on keeping it Southern and special thanks to Harold for supplying an
exhaustive list of names, possible backrounds for this version of the Senshi 

and

friends and other such bits.

Aww, yout put me in the credits.  I'm touched and deeply honered.  I still
have to kill you but I am touched and deeply honered.

You're welcome, I think...

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