My first thought as I read this part...

    "Where am I?" 
    "Inside yourself."
    "Why am I here?"
    "You know why you are here."
    "Who are you?"
    "I am you. The you as you percieve yourself."
    "And I am the you as others percieve you."
    "Why are you here?"
    "For you."
    "If you are me as I percieve me, and you are me
as others percieve me, then who am I?"
    "You are the real you. That is all that need be
said."

	"Yeah, whatever.  Can I go now?"
	"Run away?  You always run away!"
	The image changed to that of a Panda, holding a sign "When faced
with responsibility, you always run away!" 
	The panda changed to that of a purple haired girl with a cross
around her neck.  "When pilot EVA, Ranma always run away!"
	She morphed into a dark haired girl wearing a plugsuit.
"Ranma-Baka always runs away!" she swore in a heavy German accent.
	A blond haired girl with odangos and a lab coat.  "Run away!"
	A track runner.  "Run away..."
	A frog.  "...run away....."

	"ZZZZzzzzzz."

	A tree poked him in the side.  "Hey.  You.  It's your line."
	"Hah?" asked Ranma as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
	"You're supposed to scream about how pathetic you are, or clench
your fists and keep muttering how you're not going to run away."
	"That sounds stupid.  Why would I do that?" he asked, confused.
	"Er, aren't you Shinji?"
	"No."
	"Oh, sorry.  Wrong hallucination, then.  My bad."

-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...