...right.  This needs one.

---

Akane slowly opened the front door.  "Umm, hey, Ranma?"

Ranma's hair immediately stood on end, as the rest of him went from
sprawled on the couch for a "meditative" nap to upright and ready in
four rapid heartbeats.  Akane, the violent tomboy, acting the slightest
bit humble, even blushing?  Something was Wrong.

"You know how you don't like to eat ice cream as a guy because it's
unmanly?  Well, I kind of found a way out of that."

Oh, boy.  Ranma began mentally paging through his ever-growing
encyclopedia of martial arts techniques.  Ice cream anything meant
ice, so look to the heat techniques first.  The resulting melt might
be slippery or sticky, so avoid those that needed traction or no
traction...

"Goskungi made it, but I asked him to.  He had it follow me home, as a
'gift'."

Standing on the lawn outside behind Akane was what could only be
described as an ice cream golem.  Vanilla, to judge by its off-white
shade.  It even had the mark of a local ice cream shop engraved in its
forehead - probably the source of the magic to animate it.  Plastic
slippers reminiscent of the shop's disposable spoons kept its feet off
the ground; nothing else adorned it, though it was thankfully
anatomically neuter.  It "sweated" small rivulets of its mass, melting
in the noon sun, but left no trail that Ranma could see - the droplets
that formed, magically disappeared as soon as they detached from the
main body.

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to eat it with me.  While fighting
it, of course."

Of course.  Ranma did not doubt the golem would resist - how else would
it be manly to eat ice cream?  He could feel a headache forming
already.

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