Subject: [FFML] [MST3K] Blackstan's Operating Theator
From: "Stanley Teriaca" <blackstan@hotmail.com>
Date: 5/2/1998, 3:43 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com, majks@cyberx.com

Blackstan: Welcome to my first MST3king. Let me introduce myself. My 
name is Stanley R. Teriaca, but you can call me Blackstan, Fanfic 
Surgeon. To my right is Hibiki Butaga.

Butaga (waves nervously).

Blackstan: And to my left, Saotome Umasora.

Uma: Blackstan No Baka! (Mallets blackstan with a 100 ton mallet). You 
*Know* is despise being called *Umasora*.

Blackstan (weekly): so sorry...forgot...

Date: Fri, 1 May 1998 18:55:12 -0500 (CDT)
Blackstan: And on the 8th day, God did a fanfic.
Uma: And what about the fanfic *you* are suppose  to write?
Blackstan: I a lazy son. I freely admit it.

Things may be a bit confusing at first, but all will be 
revealed...eventually.
Blackstan: Are they not always?

			CRISIS ON EARTH-R!
			by Scott K. Jamison
			(Takahashi disclaimer)
			Part One:  When Titans Clash!
Blackstan: And I thought DC comics solved that problem in 1989.
Butaga: Wasn't Earth R the home of all their bought-out characters?

G		G		G		G		G

	The clock-radio sprang to life.
Uma: Someone get Dr. Frankenstine on the phone. We got another living 
clock to be fixed.
	#In other news today, US President Clinton announced new 
countermeasures to the growing threat of--#
Blackstan: Monica-type lawsuits.
	Ranma flicked the switch to "off".  He didn't need to hear the 
rest of the story,
Butaga: Which is why the news keeps on foucsing on it in the first 
place.
 as he had selected this radio station based on how 
annoying its announcer's voice was.
Uma: Oh no...the announcer is...Pee Wee Herman.
	He glanced over at his wife.  Still sleeping, so he decided to 
let her rest.  How long had she been the first one up, always making 
sure 
everyone was fed and the household in running order?
Blackstan: Humm...is this Akane we are talking about?
Uma: Don't even joke about mom!
Butaga: Who always feeds everyone Jusenkyo Crunch cereal in the morning?
  She deserved to 
sleep in once in a while.  He'd make his special omelette for her, 
breakfast in bed.
Blackstan: Ick...bed omelette.
Butaga: Well, it beats eating your pillow. Or eating Jusenkyo Crunch 
everyday for the rest of your life.
	But first, a quick shower.  Ranma slipped out to the bathroom, 
and soaped up.  He rinsed off with cold water, feeling the strange 
tingle 
he always did when his curse activated.
Blackstan: Better be careful, Ranma. That tingle might be...breast 
cancer.
  Even after all this time, he 
still couldn't quite get his mind around his female body.
	He quickly turned the dial to hot, and luxuriated in the return 
change.  Quickly toweling off, he posed in the mirror.  Still a damn 
fine 
body, he assured himself.  Okay, a few wrinkles here and there, and 
some 
graying at the temples, but pretty good for a man of his age.
All (singing): Your not fully clean unless your Jusinkyoly clean.
	Then it was down to the kitchen.  He made a little show of 
producing the omelette, the way he'd picked up from Ucchan so long ago.
Blackstan: I hope that is not all he picked up from her.
(Uma mallets Blackstan again).
Uma: Blackstan No Hentai!  
He did it even when, as today, there was no one to watch.
	Apparently though, he'd made a little too much noise, as there 
was a white-haired woman coming down the stairs.
Butaga: Oh no...it's a ghost...or worse, Ukyou powdering her hair with 
flower.
	"Morning, Akane!  Just sit yourself down in the dining room, I'm 
almost done."
Blackstan (micking Akane): But...I haven't cooked anything yet? It was 
suppose to be *my* turn cooking something.
	"Good morning, dear.  I could have made breakfast," she replied 
in that lovingly crotchety way of hers.
Butaga: Lovingly crotchety...shorthand for 'hide the mallets, and other 
heavy implements of doom'.
(Uma pulls out a desk, and clobbers Butaga with it).
Uma: What was that, Buta-chan?
	"A man should help sometimes.  After all, it's 1998, isn't it?" 
Uma: White hair...children all grown...and it is 1998? Darn...it is not 
the futer which me and Butaga comes from.
Blackstan: I could of told you that.

S		S		S		S		S

	Ranma leaped to another rooftop, shivering in his red and black 
spandex outfit.  The weather was unseasonably cold for May, probably 
due 
to his opponent's efforts.
	"Stupid Tenki-baba, stupid laundry not having my winter uniform 
back yet, stupid me for coming out of retirement yet again!"
Blackstan: Oh no...it's Ranmaman.
Uma and Butaga: Nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-nana Ranmaman!
Blackstan: Well, as long as he doesn't have a sidekick, like...Spatula 
Girl, or CatGirl, or...Mu-Mu The Invincible.
	He could have been in a nice warm lab right now, but no, he had 
to be talked into putting on the Wild Horse costume again because the 
Defenders of Japan had gone missing and the supervillians had taken 
this 
as a sign to come out in droves.
Blackstan: Would this 'defender of Japan' happen to dress like a samurai 
and use a boken? I think I saw him 3 blocks over talking to the X-Men.
	"Ukyou would have made sure my uniform was ready."  He smiled 
grimly at this bit of self-pity.  He'd relied on Ukyou for so much.
Blackstan: Jeze...he really *does* have a sidekick called Spatula Girl, 
does he?  
	Snowflakes alerted him that he was getting closer to the scene of 
the weather witch's latest crime.  Ranma pressed the utility belt 
button 
that drenched him in cold water, triggering his change.
Butaga: And we all know that...
All: Real Martial Artiest Don't Need No Stinking Utility Belt!
	"Achoo!  Dammit, a middle-aged guy like me shouldn't have to get 
chilled like this."
Blackstan: Try telling that to Genma.
	He stood up on the nearest ledge, and spotted Tenki-baba.  "Your 
reign of terror ends now, witch!  Prepare to get your butt kicked by 
Wild 
Horse!"
Uma: What is he now, Sailor Moon?
Butaga: I bet their is a Hero Code governing this sort of thing.
  He hated these stupid speeches, but the 1997 changes to the Hero 
Code required them.

		B		B		B		B

	Ranma was looking forward to his seventeenth birthday.  Not just 
because of the prospect of gifts,
Blackstan: As long as no greeks bring them, or geeks.
 though he did like the idea, but being 
one year closer to finally being an adult and able to make some of his 
own decisions.  It didn't occur to him (except in short really 
depressed 
moments) that it was his very inability to realize he already was 
making 
decisions that led to most of his problems.
Butaga: I thought most of his problems were caused by your Granpa always 
engaging him.
Uma: Well, ya...but now that he is in the zoo, he is happy.
Butaga: 3 meals a day, and all the sex you can stand, who wouldn't be...
(Uma mallets Blackstan again)
	So far, Ranma's day had been pretty typical, other than not 
making Akane mad once (Shampoo had done it for him.)
Butaga: Why put off today, what you can get others to do for you right 
now.
  That is to say, 
hectic.  He expected at least one more challenge before dinner (at 
least 
his mother was cooking tonight, so that shouldn't be a challenge in and 
of itself),
Uma: Your insulting mom's cooking? I better move to another zip Code if 
I were you.
 so it came as no surprise when there was a knock at the door.
Butaga: You mean...their is a door?
	Well, a little bit of a surprise, since most of Ranma's enemies 
(and friends) didn't bother knocking.  Thus, Ranma refrained from 
looking 
too ready for battle when he opened the door.
Blackstan: I am Ryu. You know, from that street fighter game. I am hear 
to challenge you...as soon as you open the door.
	This was fortunate, as the person on the other side wasn't a 
martial artist.  It took Ranma a moment to place her, as she was one of 
his classmates who tended to blend into the background,
Blackstan: Probably because she Probably was just created for this 
fanfic, and is not one of Takahashi-sama's characters.
Butaga and Uma: Gee, what gave you that ideal?
Blackstan: The little tag on her saying, "Caution, this is not a 
Takahashi-sama character."
 but her odd eyes 
reminded him.
	"Uh, Miyo, isn't it?"
	"Yes, Mr. Saotome.  May I come in?"  After looking around for his 
father, he realized she meant him, and nodded.
	They went into the living room, and not being up on polite 
behavior towards guests, Ranma sat down.
	"So," he asked, "You here to see Akane?"
Blackstan (mimicking Miyo):"Yes I am. I want to sleep with her."
(Uma mallets Blackstan yet again).
	"No."  The young woman seemed to have a poker face that rivalled 
Nabiki's.
	"You ain't recently discovered your father and mine engaged us, 
right?  I hate when that happens."
Uma: So do I. Even now, in my time, he is *still* doing that.
	Miyo smiled, just a little.  "No, this has nothing to do with 
your playboy ways.  You remember that I read the Tarot?"
Blackstan: You mean the one Gos always plays with, along with his 
blow-up voodoo doll?
Uma: Your being hentai again!
	"Uh, yeah..."
	"Well, I had the unsettling experience today of getting the exact 
same spread three times in a row, on three different questions."
Blackstan: Sounds like the wicken rule of 3 to me.
	While Ranma wasn't really up on probability theory, he knew that 
that was pretty unlikely.  "So, did I accidentally step on your deck or 
something?  I dunno if my curse would mess it up..."
	"No, but once I realized what the cards were telling me, I asked 
them what to do, and the signs indicated I should come to you."
Butaga: In other words, a plot device. But...why him, and not the obaba?
	Ranma rubbed the back of his head.  "Uhh...I really ain't too 
fond of magic, you know.  Why me?"
All: Because your the star of the fanfic, silly.
	Miyo shrugged.  "Unclear.  But unless you do something in the 
very near future, what I don't know either, the world will be 
destroyed.
Blackstan: And on the 999999999th day, God said, "Oh, the heck with 
it...I'll destroy the world."

TO BE CONTINUED

SKJAM!  
	
Blackstan: And this finishes up this successful operation.
Uma: More like a butcher job.
Butaga: Join us next time when we see just how flat Uma can pound 
Blackstan into.
All: Good night.


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