[Scene opens on the darkened review theater of the Lurkerdrome. The doors
slide open, and three figures step through, silhouetted by the light from
the corridor. The lights in the room rise slowly, and the camera pans up
from the floor as the MiB theme begins playing in the background, showing
that the trio are dressed in dark purple suits. As we reach their faces, we
find three grim-looking teenagers, each wearing mirrored purple Ray-Bans.
The male has short, lavender-grey hair. To his right is a pale girl with
short bluish-white hair; to his left is a girl with brown hair tied up in
two looped braids on either side of her head.]

[Title sequence: MiP - Men in Purple]

[The purple-suited trio move down to the front of the theater, and file
into the front row of seats. The screen flickers to life, and an indistinct
form, concealed by a mosaic, begins shifting around on screen.]

Mosaic: Agents L, R, and Y...welcome. Your assignment today is to scan a
file sent to the FFML by the subject known as 'Petes-kun'. Read this file
carefully and analyze, then report. Remember, it is YOUR mission, as MiP
agents, to defend against the scum of the fanfiction universe.

[The mosaic is replaced by the opening notes of the fic...]

Well I'm glad to say that this is one of my better fics that I've done.

L: And we're glad to point out that ain't sayin' much.

And I hope that the new characters don't scare you off, in fact me and a

few

ff writer friends are writing a few sidestories to help the understanding

of

them.

Y: You know, I'm getting a sinking feeling...

L: Like this is beginning to look suspiciously like a ripoff fic?

Y: Yeah.

But otherwise if you have a REALLY big problem with not knowing about the
characters in an indepth way...
Feel free to ask me ANY questions on your mind.

L: Best not to leave yourself open like that, Petes.

RPML-2025: A New Beginning

L: Alternately titled "This Is Not a Ripoff of Ranma 2096, Really It
Isn't!"

               "Now that you're dead and gone
               And I'm left to carry on
               I could never smile cause you
               Won't stay alive for me."

L: Another clue that this isn't a ripoff of Ranma 2096.

       The woods seemed to be against Shichi Ukiuki today. They would

easily

let his friend pass by, but Shichi would get the receiving end of the
branches and roots.

L: Of course, Shichi was gay, so he liked being on the receiving end of the
root.

Y: <smacks L> Stop being a hentai.

       And this wasn't a good thing. With three soldiers flying after

them.

       "<Almost there... Just a bit further...>" He thought to himself.
       *WONK*

R: *wonk*?

       Suddenly out of the blue he ran into a wall.

L: Punctuation please.

       "<Scratch that, I AM there...>" He thought as he took the moment

to


Y: Is it really neccessary to use quotes *and* brackets to denote thoughts?

       "<Crap.>" Shichi then raised one finger on his left hand, and

pressed

it hard against the wall. "BAKU CHAI TEN KE CHU!"

L: Gee, I *wonder* where he learned *that*.

       A small part of the wall exploded from his technique and he made

his

way through. He ran into the streets as he left the central park and

dashed

into an alley.

Y: And was promptly mugged, gangraped, and left for dead. The end.

       "Took you long enough." A female voice said, a bit of a mocking

tone


Y: D'oh!

was heard in it. From behind a dumpster a girl in a white and red nylon

body

suit and a black leather jacket, stepped out. "I thought you'd at least

R: that outfit looks suspiciously familiar.

L: Yeah, I *wonder* where I've seen something like it before. Oh, I know.
Ranma 2096.

outrun me if not our friends." She smirked, her yellow eyes flashed

brightly

in the dark. She brushed aside some of her purple-ish pink hair from her

eyes


L: Purplish

and as she grinned, one of her Ryouga-esk fangs showed.

Y: Learn to spell, please. It's '-esque'.

       "Hey don't tell me to be quiet, remember who wears the pants in

this

friendship." Oniko said in a poor imitation of a man's voice.

R: she is not wearing pants.

       "But who makes that calls on where an attack is to be made is

another


Y: Huh?

L: Writing in coherent English would be helpful here.

story entirely..." A new voice said, it seems to come from a nearby parked

R: please learn to write properly. i am losing brain cells trying to
decipher your poorly composed sentences.

van. Leaning up against it was a man in his mid forties, dressed in a very
professional outfit. A scar ran down the left side of his face. "You

shouldn't


L: A very professional outfit? He's dressed as a streetwalker?

Y: Seriously, it would be nice if you gave the reader a clue as to WHAT
profession he's dressed professionally for.

of attacked the killer factory."

L: <growls> Let me make one thing clear. The phrase 'shouldn't of' is NOT
by ANY STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION proper grammar, much less acceptable.

Y: Right. The correct usage is "shouldn't HAVE".

       Oniko shoved Shichi aside before he could say anything. "We did

just

fine, and it's not a killer factory, it's the KCF Sable production

center."


Y: Gee, lookit that. Sable.

L: I *wonder* what KCF stands for.

       The man that was named Foster got up from where he was leaning and
walked over to Oniko. "Because you don't attack a place that can release

all

of its livestock on you the second you breach the main defenses. Do you

think

the KCF care if they release a bunch of half way programmed Sables to

destroy

some so called freedom fighters? No they don't."

L: And neither do we. Let's bail. [Starts to get up.]

[L's chair beeps. Restraints snap out of the armrests and the legs of the
chair, securing his ankles and wrists.]

L: Dammit.

       This shut Oniko up, and Foster knew it would, after all, she was
exactly like her father, and her father once said "If you're going to

engage

in a debate with me, you better make sure yer fully loaded."

Y: Ummm...

R: it makes little sense.

       Oniko just glared at Foster and opened the back of the van and

closed

it behind her. Foster turned his attention towards Shichi.

L: Hold up here. Ever hear of something called commas, Petes?

       "Who's idea was it anyways?"

R: whose

       "Huh?" Shichi just asked.

Y: I wouldn't exactly call that 'asking' anything. That's more of a
monosyllabic response of confusion.

L, R: [stare at Y]

Y: What? I'm supposed to be stupid or something?

       "Well it was a rather good plan you had there. You two even

figured

out how long you have to get in between perimeter sweeps. I haven't even
noticed that." Foster explained and smiled, he dropped the tough love act

and

now took up the friendly ally one.

L: You think maybe that last sentence packed too much extraneous
information into a run-on, or what?

       "Well Oniko got the idea to attack... I just pointed out that it

took

about thirty seconds for them to..." Shichi just trailed off for no reason
what so ever.

Y: Petes' brain has trailed off for no reason whatsoever.

       "<I wonder about that boy sometimes... Nothing like his mother. He
kind of takes after his father a bit though...> Well the next time you two

L: PLEASE separate thoughts and speech. This is very tacky formatting.

tell me about a idea like that. I could of had Yashoko or Lin-lin and

Ran-ran


Y: I thought they DIDN'T tell him about the idea, and that's why he was
mad? What am I missing here?

L: You're not missing. The author is.

       "Comon Shi-chan! We'll be late!" Oniko called out as she hopped

out

of the van. This time she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black
T-shirt with the logo for Priss and the Replicants on the back. "I don't

want

to miss the Replocants playing at Hell's Capitol."

R: please proofread for typos such as this.

       Oniko grabbed Shichi by the arm and started to pull him off

towards

the night club known as Hell's Capitol across the street. Foster just

shook

his head and went back into his van.
       "<I hope Shichi forgetting to take off his combat spatula won't

cause

them any problems...>"

L: ...

       On stage Priss and the Replicants were already performing one of

their

songs.

Y: Is there any particular reason for this gratuitous BGC cameo?

       ("My mission in life is to see you DIE!!! Baby!")

L: My mission in life is to see this fic die. And the author with it,
preferably. Baby.

       "Comon, lets get a drink!" Oniko shouted, trying to not let the

sound

of the retrothrash band drown her out. Fortunately Shichi heard her and

nodded.

They walked over to the bar and the 'tender asked their order.

Y: That's a bit strange, isn't it? Abbreviating a word that doesn't call
for abbreviation?

L: Petes is probably too lazy to spell out bartender. Or just thought it
would look weird right after bar.

R: yes, a bartender would look very strange behind a bar.

       ("I'm not your whore!!!")

R: i certainly hope not.

       The bartender quickly went to work, took out a cold bottle of

Molson

Nabs from the fridge, filled a tall glass with frozen beer slush, set them

in

front of Oniko and Shichi, and took the ten thousand yen that was placed

on

the counter.

L: I like the extraneous, completely unneccessary detail here. Shades of
Stephen King.

Y: When he was three, at any rate.

       The two picked up their drinks and looked around for a booth or a
table. Oniko casually sipped at her beer bottle and then pointed at a

table

that a short girl with black hair braided in a pigtail was sitting at.

R: she looks familiar.

       "Sachi-chan!" Oniko called out as she ran over to the girl, Shichi
walked after her and sat down.

Y: Heard of starting a new sentence instead of writing a run-on much?

       "Hey Oni-chan, Shichi! Great to see you guys." The girl, Sachiko,

said

to her two friends.

R: she is calling her female friend 'brother'.

L: This is probably a complete accident. I hope.

       ("I'm your noose! Your razor blade!!! Your lethal injection!!!")

Y: WE GET THE POINT ALREADY! SHUT UP WITH THE LYRICS!

       "So where's Rakusuke?" Oniko asked Sachiko. Shichi got an odd look

on


L: Hmm, this is interesting. Rakusuke, eh? You know...I'm beginning to
think...

Y: Yes?

L: I'm beginning to think this couldn't possibly be a Ranma 2096 ripoff.
Nope. No way.

       Shichi kind of twitched at the pet name that Sachiko gave him.

She's

been calling him that for two years now, and he still doesn't like it.

L: By the way, you might want to learn a little writing trick called
sticking to one verb tense throughout a paragraph.

       ("Writhing in pain...!!!")

R: priss and the replicants must have read this fic.

       "It was a failure, we didn't get past the courtyard." Shichi

simply


Y: That could be two sentences, you know.

said and went back to sucking the frozen alcohol up his straw, a few

crunches

were heard as he grinded it down with his teeth.

L: [grimaces] We did NOT need to know that this guy sucks frozen alcohol up
his straw.

Y: [twitches] Hentai.

R: again, petes has displayed a tendency to write run-on sentences.

       "I... Well..." He could only stutter, and then looked up in
disappointment to see that Oniko already took off to get closer to the

band.

"Sigh. She never listens to me when I want he to..."

R: please proofread for typos in the future.

       Sachiko shrugged and went back to her rum and coke, but then she
looked back up slowly to see Shichi staring at her backside.

Y: [blinks] That was rather blatant.

       "No! It's not that! I was wondering where your tail went. I don't

see

it." Shichi defended himself, arms outstretched and hands waving to keep

the

short tempered girl at a distance. "You didn't... Have them cut it off...

Did

you?" Sachiko put her drink down and laughed.

L: TAIL!? No, don't tell me...

       "No silly Chi-chi." She said and pointed at the belt loops on her
pants, the belt she wore looked oddly furry, and it twitched a moment ago.

Y: It twitched a moment ago? Then why is it only being noticed now?

       "Saw how you looked when Oni-chan mentioned Raku'. You really
shouldn't get be all upset whenever you think she has a thing for the

Hibiki."


L: Yes, I am definitely beginning to see the dissimilarities between this
and Ranma 2096.

       "Well don't upset your handsome head about it," Sachiko smiled and
tapped him on the nose as she spoke. "I'm sure that Oniko'll over look

your

slight obliviosity in the light of your looks and 'white knight' morals."
       "<Great,>" Though Shichi. "<She's still bringing up how I saved

her
>from a fondling worse than death from that geriatric lecher...>"

       Shichi was referring to the day when the KCF released Happousai

from


L: Um, no, he's not REFERRING to anything. He's having internal monologue.
Explanations of such things don't call for a 'reference'.

the correctional facility. He immediately went back to his old tendencies

and

felt up every girl in sight. At the time him and Sachiko were on their way

to

Ucchan's and the old man saw Sachiko, but was stopped by a quick blow to

the

head from Shichi's spatula. He was a little embarrassed from the kiss that
Sachiko gave him, but that was Sachiko, and being too friendly with

friends

seems to be one of her traits.

Y: This rambles quite a bit.

       "<I'm in love with a daemoness and the only one I can talk to

about

it is a girl that's one forth Saiya-jin... Life can't get any stranger.>"

L: I was afraid of that. What the hell is a Saiyajin doing in this story!?

Shichi ignored how close Sachiko was to him and looked at Oniko, who was
cheering Priss on with a clenched hand along with the rest of the crowd.

Y: A 'clenched hand' is generally called a 'fist'.

       The hover cab pulled up to the corner of Neko Avenue, and a couple
came out. The girl whom was wearing a leather jacket and black clothes

paid


R: i do not believe whom is the correct choice of word here.

the cabby while the man who was also dressed in black clothes along with
black wool gloves hummed some 20th century Rob Zombie song to himself. At

a

closer look the girl looked like a thirty year old Akane with a pink

streak

in her hair, and the man just looked strange with his messy and ragged

short

black hair.

L: Very astute descriptions of these characters. Rambling, grammatical
nightmares, but astute.

       The guy just sarcastically laughed and then shot a nasty look at

the

cabby. "And I have some advice for you!" He said in a angry tone. "The

next

time you get caught in traffic, use these!" he said and then flipped him

the

bird with both hands. The cabby looked insulted and drove off. "And have a
fucking nice day!" The guy called after the cab and muttered "fuckin'

twit"

under his breath.

Y: Sheesh...THIS guy's pleasant...

       "Seth... I don't know what to do with you anymore..." The girl

said

as she rubbed her forehead, the man, Seth, grinned and shrugged. "Lets

just...

Lets just get something to eat."

L: My advice to Petes: Just Say No To Run-On Sentences.

       "All right Annie my counterpart, I say some nice convenience store
food!" Seth said and grinned some more.

R: punctuation would be nice at times as well.

       Seth's face looked extremely happy when he heard this. "Instant

ramen?

Canned drinks? Junk food? I AM SO FUCKING THERE!!!"

Y: I am so fucking turned off of this fic.

       "Gimme your fucking money!!!" The mugger shouted, jerking his gun

at

Seth's face in a universal symbol for "I'll blow his goddamn face off if

you


L: Err...generally pushing a gun in someone's face is enough of a sign that
you intend to blow their face off.

don't." Seth's stomach took the opportunity to grumble, and this gave the
cussing punk an idea.

Y: 'the cussing punk'? This is what you call narrative?

       Very coolly.
       Very subtly.

L: Very stupidly.

Y: Very ridiculously.

R: very unnecessarily.

       And very unexpectedly.
       He ate the end of the gun.

L: Mmm...that's gotta be rich in iron.

       "What the... WHAT THE HELL!?" The mugger exclaimed as Seth

swallowed

the chewed up gun barrel and snatched the rest of it from the mugger's

hands.

"What the fuck kind of freak are you!?" He kept shouting as Seth then ate

the

rest of the gun and nibbled on the end of a bolt from the gun handle.

Y: [turns green]

L: Oh, joy. First gratuitous BGC cameos, then a gratuitous Saiyajin...now
we have gratuitous Eat Man.

       "A goddamn fuckin' hungry one, as a matter of freakin' fact." Seth
said with the bolt clasped between his teeth, grinning.

L: Could you fucking swear any fucking more?

       The mugger decided to beat a hasty retreat before he finds out if
Seth also eats humans.

Y: I'd be happy if he just eats bad fanfics.

       "*urp* That was kinda tasty, but I'm still in the mood for that
ramen." Seth went back to walking towards the convenience store with Annie
mumbling something about a new diet.

R: yes. a new diet would be good.

       It was a hour later and Oniko was still in the crowd in front of

the

stage cheering on Priss, and Sachiko and Shichi were still sitting at the
table near the bar chatting.

Y: And now that we know where everybody is, and have had another needlessly
long sentence...

       All of a sudden the door was thrown open and three identical gray
jumpsuit clad men walked in, Sables, and they were searching for someone.

Y: Could someone PLEASE teach this guy how to write sentences that aren't
run-ons, that don't ramble, and that actually explain what the hell is
going on?

L: You know, even if this isn't a Ranma 2096 ripoff, I can see another
probable ripoff going on with these Sables.

Y: Like?

L: They remind me of the 'Eddies' from a recent Sliders episode.

       "Oh god no..." Shichi timidly said as he looked at the sate so

they


Y: HUH!?

L: My thoughts exactly.

R: ditto.

       "Don't worry Chi-chi. I doubt that they're looking for you and

Oniko."

Sachiko said while patting Shichi on the back. "After all, you killed all

of

them, right?"

L: If he had killed all of them, would there be three in this bar now?
Sheesh.

       Shichi slowly looked at the trio of Sables and instantly noticed

that

one has his jump suit slashed and was all bloody, oddly he slashed one

right

in the same place when him and Oniko were attacking the...

Y: Can we have some semblance of sticking to one verb tense here, please?

       "You know who I hate?"
       "No, who?"
       "The customers."
       "Which ones?"
       "All of them."
       Seth and the store clerk were caught up in a rather strange chat

that

oddly resembled a 20th century cult film, or maybe it was a comic, but it
doesn't really matter, does it?

L: Of course it doesn't matter. You know why it doesn't matter? This fic is
terrible, that's why it doesn't matter.

R: please, calm yourself.

       "Customers don't talk to me, they just buy their shit and leave,

you

at least talk to me. Therefore you're not a customer, get it?"
       "No, but it's all very interesting."

L: Actually, now that I think about it, it's more interesting than the rest
of the fic.

R: yes.

       "You may not remember what you were like that time you were

drunk..."

Seth said as he handed it over to Bret. "But I do."
       "Fine." Annie said and went to get a different drink, this one was

a

soft drink called Wet Dream.

L: ...

Y: ...

R: ...

       "No matter how many times I stock those, I can't help to burst out
laughing." Bret said snickering as he ringed up the price. Annie paid for

the


R: rang

       "Alright! Alright! You don't have to get so goddamn fuckin' testy
with me." Seth said and gulped down the rest of his ramen and chugged his

can

of Boa beer. "Shit. I can't drink this crap. The whole alcohol industry

went

to hell after Nabiki Tendou bought out all the breweries..."
       "But that kind isn't owned by Nabiki." Annie pointed out and

smirked.

       "Yeah well it tastes like fucking dog piss! Bunch of fucking

shit!"

Seth grumbled and chucked the can across the street.

L: You fucking know something? This guy's fucking swearing is fucking
getting really fucking annoying.

R: hell fucking yes.

L: [STARES at R]

R: [faint mischevious smile]

       "Stop right there citizen." Came a lifeless voice from behind

Seth,

along with a hand that had an iron grip that clamped down on his shoulder.

L: Could a sentence possibly be written any worse than this?

Y: Yep. Just look around the fic.

L: Right. Silly me.

       "Fuck you shit head! I'll do what I fucking want!" Seth shouted

and

jerked his shoulder out from the Sable's grasp.

L: You've fucking got to fight...

Y: For your fucking right...

L & Y: TO FUUUUUUUUUCKING PARTY!

       "You are now charged with insulting a Sable and refusing to be ID
scanned. Do not continue to agitate me or you will be locked up for 72

hours."

This time Seth took stronger actions, he punches the Sable right in the

face.


R: please watch your verb tenses.

       "How's that for fucking agitation!?" Seth shouted as he kicked the
Sable in the side a few times.

L: That's not agitation. This fic is agitation.

       The first of the three Sables was dispatched easily, Seth just

merely

threw the unconscious Sable at him. Annie then extended her index finger,

a

light green glow emitted from it and she leapt into the air coming down in
front of another Sable, she pressed her glowing index finger against his
chest and leaped out of the way again. The end result was a few sounds of
the Sable's rib cage cracking and then bursting open in an explosion of
flesh and bone.

L: Gee. Let me guess. Another Hibiki.

       The other two gathered themselves up and drew their combat

spatulas

and charged, the first one made a high swing at Seth, whom easily dodged

him.


L: What the--!?

Y: And here we have yet another clue that this isn't a Ranma 2096 ripoff.

       The other made a downwards strike at Annie, she merely jumped out

of

the way and then drop-kicked the Sable in the face, a loud crunch was

heard

as his nose shattered, but the inability to feel pain kept him fighting.

Y: You know, that SO did not need to be all one sentence.

       As the one fighting Seth got himself back in a fighting stance, a
strange thing happened with Seth's arm, well his wrist and hand actually,

and

it can't really be described since it seemed to follow the magician's term
of 'slight of hand'. But to cut to the chase, after the sound of a handle
slapping into Seth's palm was heard, the gun that he earlier ate was in

his

hands.

L: [shudders at the above paragraph] I'm sorry, but anything with this kind
of rambling in the narrative, needs to be flushed immediately.

Y: Let's skip ahead to the next scene, shall we? Petes is obviously inept
at writing combat scenes.

       "What is it that you all had to call ma away from my dinner?"

Hinako

questioned as she sat in her leather command chair and glared at everyone.

Y: [Hinako voice] You called Ma away from my dinner, so now I have to eat
it!

       A young man dressed like a 20th century computer programmer, white

L: Since when do computer programmers dress a certain way?

Y: Since Petes decided they do?

R: so it seems.

shirt, red tie, and gray pants, stood up from his chair and pointed at a
nearby monitor, both in a motion for the Directress to look at it, and for
the officer at that panel to turn on the speaker. What the computer said

sent

chills up the stone cold woman's spine.
       <<MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK ...>>

L: ...I'm not even going to bother.

       "What the hell is going on?!" Hinako shouted as she ran to the
computer, nervously the officer switched the screen to the Sable

monitoring

screen.

Y: Watch the run-ons, please.

       "Three Sables went flatline in the last few minutes." He began to
explain and was shooed away by Hinako in a rather nasty manner.
       "I can see that! But by what?"

L: By dying, maybe?

[fast forward]

       If they knew that it was Seth and Annie that were the reason they
were saved from that fate worse than death, they would have thanked them,

but

since they didn't know both Seth and Annie or what they did, they

wouldn't.


L: That paragraph is completely unnecessary.

       "Annie, watch out!" Seth shouted as the remaining Sable came up

from

behind her. But with lightning speed she swung her right index finger in

an

arc, the same faint green glow emitting from it, she struck him right in

the

adam's apple, a brief moment after, his neck burst open and there was

blood

spewing from his neck. Fortunately Seth and Annie got out of the way
beforehand.

L: And here we have another of Petes' award-winning battle scenes.

Y: I find it fascinating that he can stretch a single sentence so far...

       "How do you spell kickass? A-N-N-I-E!!! You're one badass chick,

you

know that!"
       "Save it. We have more company." Seth turned around just as the

sound

of the grav sleds came closer. A dozen Sables were closing in on them.
       "Aw shit balls."

L: No thanks. I already ate.

       "Well I think you'll do just fine. Ja!" Annie turned tail and ran

in

the direction of the slums. Seth grumbled under his breath and focused his
battle aura in his hands.

L: Well isn't that nice.

       "Okay you soulless mother fuckers, get ready to smell what the

Seth's

cooking..." In a burst of dark light (Don't ask -Peter) a black fireball

was


L: Believe me, Peter, we had no intention of asking.

created in Seth's hands. "Open wide and LET ME INSIDE!!!" With that Seth
threw the fireball at the Sables and waited.

Y: Ewww, gross! He's perving on these drones?

       One sable accessed his neural computer to scan the fire ball, "It
appears to be a combination of dark matter and battle aura-"

L: Ladies and gentlemen...the Sables are stupid.

       In a large explosion of fire the Sables were incinerated, those

whom

survived fell to the ground slowly burning to death.

Y: ...and Petes still writes in run-on sentences.

       "And if you're not down with Seth, well I got two words for you...
FUCK YOU!!!" Seth shouted at the dead Sables and repeatedly did the 20th
century's DX chop, that was until Annie came back and dragged him to the

slums.


R: i am not down with seth.

L: Neither am I.

Y: Same here.

       "Comon! We have to get going!" Shichi said as he tugged at Oniko's
arm. He was sure that more sables would come if they transmitted their
finding them before they left.
       They didn't, but Shichi sure as hell didn't know that.

L: Again, unnecessary information.

       "Simple, he's at Ucchan's. And it's best that we go there, I still
haven't gave her my twenty four hour notice on taking tonight off..."

Shichi

trailed off, a grim look on his face appeared as he thought about how the
forty year old woman is going to yell at him for skipping work.
       "You what?" Oniko asked, trying to hide her snickering.
       Sachiko just dismissed the idea of her being mad. "Miss Kounji

won't


R: kuonji

       "Holy-!"
       "What in the world?!"
The Command center was in utter panic as all fourteen Sables sent to
the are went flatline simultaneously. Hinako just sat there brooding in

her

chair.

L: She's really trying to squash off a major fart, but don't let on that
you know...

       Prime Minister Akai will be angered from tonight's escapades.

Hinako

knew that well.

R: verb tenses. watch them carefully.

       But a woman scorned is even worse.
       And at that a Hinako determined AND scorned must be ten times as
worse.

L: But this fic is a hundred times worse still.

       "<You will pay." Hinako thought to herself, a small smirk came to

her

mouth. "<Oh yes, you will pay for this... Delinquents.>"

L: [plays evil music on his armpits]

Y: That's gross.

Well well... This has to be the FASTEST I've ever done a fic' that's part

of

a big series.

R: i would suggest taking your time and writing more slowly and carefully
in the future. your writing is extremely flawed.

There was a ton of references hidden in this fic, but due to a lack space
(-_-) I'll have to post them another time on a separate file...

L: You call those hidden? A blind deaf/mute with no sense of touch, taste,
or smell could find them.

I'm not sure where the idea came to me. Perhaps it was from reading too

many

R2096 fics, maybe it was from me planning the future for Petes and co', or
perhaps I did this as an excuse to plug the RPML and to try at a darkish

fic'.


Y: I think it was the first one.

L: Definitely.

Whatever the inspiration for this series may have been, I just hope that

some

of you out there actually read this and don't just dump it with the other

fics

that you decide are too dull, and of those few, I hope they like it.

L: Trust me, folks. DUMP IT.

I'd also like to take this moment to say to the wonderful people that

created

and worked on Ranma2096...

GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!

GOMEN!

GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!

GOMEN!

GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!

GOMEN!

GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!

GOMEN!

GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!

GOMEN!

GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! Gomen Nasi! -_-

L: At least he's apologizing for ripping off Ranma 2096.

Sables are well used by the KCF as foot troops, and I never set out to rip

off

Christopher Willmore.

Y: Pull the other one. It's got bells on.

So if you're offened by this, I will cut open my wrists!

L, Y: [cheering]

R: please spread a towel under yourself to catch the blood.

Just to say I'm sorry.

L: Your writing says that for you, trust me.

[The screen dims. L, Y, and R rise after the restraints release L from his
chair, and walk up the aisle to the exit. As the lights dim, the three
purple-suited reviewers turn, and L reaches into his pocket, extracting a
thick silver pen with a purple crystal in one end.]

L: One last thing...

*FLASH*