At 13.11 14.2.1997 -0800, you wrote:

Lateral dimensional transit.
	In the experince of most, it was simply passing from a two-dimensional
existence into the third, or more simply walking to the refrigerator for
a beer. However, dimensions exist beyond humankind's limited
perception... eleven in this universe alone, and in other universes...
	Kris set aside page 7,248 of his scribblings on grand quantum theory-
something he'd been laboring on ever since he'd seen the article in
Scientific American about how good old Stephen Hawking had demonstrated
dimension-travel to be mathematically possible- and turned to the huge,
ugly apparratus he'd constructed. Vacuum tubes here, twin Honda
gasoline-powered generators here... the principle was really deceptively
simple when you came down to it.
	Of course, the machine itself, and the mathematical proof behind it,
only took up fifteen hundred sheets worth of scribbled, sloppy
equations. Being able to fix a destination- that had required three
thousand more pages, delving into probability theory, and finally
resulting in a twenty-coordinate plotting system. And locating the
specific destination; that had taken nine thousand, one hundred and
twenty-two pages.
	And it was done. The coordinates gleamed from the small control panel.
The doorway would remain open, but no one save himself would be able to
return through it. He checked his clothes over, picked up a small stack
of books, and activated the gateway.
	Funny, he thought, half the people I know would kill to be able to do
this...

How come this reminds me of Douglas Adams's stories?

	"I have proof!" Kris said. "Here, read these!" and he handed over the
volumes of the original Japanese manga he'd brought with him.
	Ranma paged through the things for a few seconds before groaning, "Aw,
man, it's all in English! I can't read this!"

<groan>

	Kasumi turned to Ranma. "Oh, by the way, Ranma, Ryouga and I are out of
condoms. Can we borrow some off your dresser?"

<facefault> This is TOO MUCH!!

	"JOCK STRAPS!! JOCK STRAPS!!" a maniacal woman's voice giggled.
"O-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" Through the doors, in a whirl of cherry
blossoms, leapt Nodoka. "Oh, Ranma, my son," she grinned, slinking up to
him, "won't you let me join your fun and games, just once?" She held up
a tiny piece of black leather with a couple of steel snaps. "I can't
wait to rip this away from your rock-hard-"

Definitely too much....

	Redneck (shields to full)
	

Hmmm...Overall:ROTFLALALALALALALALAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Other aspects:Who cares?

An excellent fic.
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