Well, this came out of a conversation I had w/ CK (Long Ngo).  I may use it in
a fic. (that is if i have the time. oh god, the pressure), or not. just a
little spammy.

Ranma looked at the old, short guy.  He really didn't trust old, short people.
They tend to clamp onto various parts of his body when he is a she, or want
him to marry their great-grandaughters.  This guy looked like the type that
would do both.  
"So, you got an answer or what?" he asked irately.  
"Yes I do.  Are you willing to pay the price?"  
"I'll pay anything for an answer."
"Very well.  The price is service for one year," the old guy said.  
"ONE YEAR??" Ranma yelled.  A year for this.  
"Yep."
"All right.  But nothing hentai or ecchi."
"Wouldn't dream of it," well ...maybe a little, thought Humphrey.  
"Good."
A year passes with Ranma doing various services for the magician.  Sometimes
he would be a challenge,sometimes he would help cook or clean, sometimes he
made fun of Grey.  Westerners sure have funny names.  Mundane, indeed.  
"So, I have been in your service for one year, so what's your answer?" Ranma
asked politly.  
"Your answer is . . . marry each one for a month in rotation."
"MARRY EACH OF THEM FOR A MONTH??!!!  ARE YOU NUTS!!?? THEY'LL KILL ME!!!!"
ranma stated quitely and with great calm.  
"That's what I do.  Trust me, polygamy is a lot of fun.  Great variety,"
Humphrey stated with great conviction and with a little grin. "Besides, Xanth
has a ...loosening quality on people. We're quite free here."
"Hmm...marry all each of them for a month ....ok.  Thanks old man.  See ya."
And so Ranma walked out, ready to propose to all the unmarried, cute, and
young women in Xanth.  For once, Ranma felt that his talent for attracting
girls was a good thing rather than the bane of his existence.  

-murmur the fallen
who is not making any sense.