I have a little trouble believing that Ukyou's reaction would amount to
"Oh well.  Next!"  I could see an old guy with a Gigantic Spatula shaped
imprint on his head carrying an unconcious Ukyou to her fiancee's
residence, though.

Still, despite my opinion on characterization, I liked the idea behind
this.

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...