Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 05/24/2004 12:26 AM, Bill Heineman said:
Akane rushed down the stairs and sat at her place next to Ranma. She
wasn't thrilled that her father insisted that she had to be close to her
future husband, even though the whole idea of getting married to him was
the pair's parents idea. She watched the two for a moment as they were
grabbing every edible thing on the table and gobbling it down like
someone who hadn't eaten in a year. She spoke in an annoyed tone as she
carefully reached for the rice scooper, hoping they wouldn't sever her
hand {off :} for interfering with their meal. "Will you two try to leave some
for us!"
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Okay, {daddy : Daddy}." She put her hand in her pocket to
get her cell phone, having no intention to actually place the call. Past
experience dictated exactly the night's activities down to the second.
She accelerated the speed she ate her food before tonight's entertainment
began. Like usual, she was going to sit back and enjoy the ride.
Happosai bounced from roof to roof with yet another laundry bag filled
with his priceless {collectables : collectibles}. "Heh, now I've recovered what's
rightfully mine. Too bad those suckers thought that they could keep my
silky darlings away from me."
Ranma was in hot pursuit. He jumped onto the roof just behind the running
pervert. "Hey! Where ya going ya old {leach : lech}? Bring those back!"
Author's Notes: Please review my story. It makes me feel oh so happy and
maybe, just maybe, I'll kill off Happosai for good.
Wouldn't that make this an awful short series?