Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 09/11/2004 11:57 AM, Gary Kleppe said:
Zhen glared sternly at the hulking brute on the other side of the
demolished wall. "Momotaru." "Um, I don't think so. This looks way
worse than what she'd do." A {sizeable : sizable} portion of one of
the living room walls lay scattered about the floor of the adjacent
hallway. Similar holes at the opposite side exposed Mr. Tendo's room
and the outside of the house beyond. And lying in a heap amidst the
debris.... "Akane!" Ranma rushed to his fiancee, who groaned and
began to sit up.
At this point I was wondering if Momotaru had been sent for some panties
at Happosai's place. I didn't think he'd worry too much whether they
were still occupied.
Happosai's voice lowered. "Briefs."
This does have a certain poetic justice though.
"That's all right. I'll sign it as is." Pen once more in hand, Zhen
began {initialling : initialing} the blanks on each successive
contract page.
"Well, first of all, sir, your daughter Urd tried introducing
object-oriented programming into the Yggdrasil system, and ended up
creating new sentient life without proper authorization. She's
waiting outside for {diciplinary : disciplinary} review."
"No, sir. According to his file, he's a {worshipper : worshiper} of
women's undergarments."
"There you gotcher Playhouse, your Lesbian Lust, your Shaved Nuns in
Bondage Quarterly -- all five of this year's issues -- and I even
threw in a copy of the Pretoria's Secret {lingere : lingerie}
catalog. I had an extra." Mara chuckled. "I'm all set up to YTP these
over as soon as you deliver on your end of the bargain."
Five issues a year of a quarterly... Must have had a lot of extra material.
For a moment, Yotsuya pondered. To agree would be a {betrayl :
betrayal} of the trust placed in him by the Almighty and his other
superiors. But was that really any skin off his nose? Was it not
their fault in the first place that he had been sent down to Earth
for reasons that were still largely mysterious even to him? Was it
any surprise that by his mission's end, he had acquired a taste for
the pleasures that the mortal world had to offer -- pleasures that
the oh-so-lofty realm of gods would never condescend to allow within
its borders? True, he had no regard for the demon Mara, and did not
wish her to succeed at whatever deal she was ultimately making. Yet
considering the woman's obvious incompetence, it seemed that anything
she tried to do would likely go awry without him going out of his way
to hinder it.
No, he thought as he slowly lowered the diskette into the range of
her reach, it was no skin off his nose {whatsover : whatsoever}. And
he had made sure that when the theft of the prototype was discovered,
no evidence would point toward his guilt. Most probably, any
investigation would be quietly disposed of in any case, to keep too
many deities from asking why the Wolf was being reconstructed in the
first place.
She sighed as curiosity fought with better {judgement : judgment},
and the latter came out the winner. "Is there by any chance something
I can do for you, Uncle Happy?" It wasn't the right honorific for
him, of course, but she liked the way it sounded.
"The job, {deary's : dearie}, is public relations."