Michael A Chase wrote:

And also Angcobra is now storing fics, at http://go.to/AngCobra

That's a new one to me.

It changes frequently.

Already commented on the teaser bits:

 > The doll suddenly spoke in a high-pitched girlish voice. "I'm not a

Barbie, silly. My name is HMM-01, prototype model, but you can call
me May. The HMM designation means 'Hand Maid May.' Get it? It's a
play on words. Master Hiroshi made me by hand, and I'm a maid the
size of a hand. Master Hiroshi has a wonderful sense of humor."

He told me so himself.

Heh. Cute.

May considered that. After several minutes of contemplation, she
snapped her fingers. "I know what I can do. I'll seek her out first
and kill her. That way she'll never take Master Hiroshi away again."

Great plan, as long as Wasp is within reach of an outlet.

Luckily, the Hornet does run on batteries.

The Hornet turned back to the camera. "Don't worry, folks, he's not
dead. That was just my synaptic disrupter. Basically, it makes any
person's brain temporarily short circuit, rendering them inert. He'll
be perfectly fine in an hour or two, with no residual effects."

If it disrupts brain activity, how did it work on Toji?

Heh. Amusing again. And his brain works, just not well

He was really looking forward to sampling some of Akane's cooking.

What could possibly go wrong?

Now, now, he didn't think that, thankfully.

"Thanks for the exclusive!" The reporter hurried out of the room, her
delight at nailing the exclusive making her dance with joy.

Is Toji still on the floor?  Not that anyone would care.
Seeing May's take on things should be, ah, interesting.

Nah. He was carted off earlier. I might have to make specific mention of it
later.

Mentallo sadly shook his head. "Someone's been watching too many
episodes of the X-Files." He flipped the channel again. Dominating
the screen was a beautiful woman with long stringy blonde hair and an
odd set of red markings on her cheeks. She wore a revealing lacy
white top that was barely sewn together in the front, a pair of
cutoff denim shorts, and a large baseball cap with the word,
'Hellraisers' across the front. An insert on the screen below her
listed her name as "Satana Satanadana," and had in parenthesis
"pronounced Mara," underneath it.

Rosana's sister?

Not exactly, but the name is similar.

There was a pause on the other end. "No, that's not it at all, and
frankly a desire for that sort of {nilhism : nihilism} is vaguely
disturbing. Tell me, have you been wanting things like that often?
I've heard of this great gaijin psychiatrist, a Dr. Leonard Samson,
who specializes in treating problems like that. I can abduct him for
you if you need help."

Nice of her to offer.

She likes Hiroshi and wants to look out for him.

The girl appeared confused for a moment. "I'm... umm, Pizza Delivery
Girl. And here's  your delivery!" The girl kicked the set's desk in
the group's direction. They scattered as five hundred pounds of set
prop nearly collided with them.

Really getting hard up for good supervillian names, aren't they?

More like Marie has no intention of becoming a super villain and that's the
best she could come up with.

Kasumi had most of the air knocked out of her lungs as she hit the
floor, Ranma's additional weight only compounding the {manner :
matter : problem}. It took her a second to catch her breath and
recover. As she did so, she noticed an odd sensation emanating from
her chest. She looked down to see Ranma's head cozily nestled
in-between her naked bosoms.

I'd say "It's not what it looks like!", but that never works.

So she doesn't even try. And it helps. ^_^

Thanks for the comments, as always.

DB Sommer

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