Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 02/17/2004 09:08 AM, PsyckoSama (Sam Phoenix) wrote:
"Hey lady," one of the {ninja's : ninjas} exclaimed, "We're highly
trained stealth assassins here!"
Ranma blinked. "Wait... fine print. None of the above is guaranteed
or even likely. To accept this offer you must sign a 'Storm Trooper
clause'. Average life expectancy of a part-time ninja is three
months. The Kawasaki Clan will not take responsibility for your
grisly, painful death, no matter how horrendous it may be, at the
hands of a hero figure. Accidental life insurance is provided free of
charge."
Does that mean the insurance pays if they accidentally live?
One of the other ninjas placed his hands on their shoulders. "Hey
guys, {don' t : don't} do this..."
A figure dressed in the same black uniform {of the other : as the
others} faded into view before them. Unlike his compatriots, he
radiated an almost visible aura of badass.
"Hey, I just think the author could do better..."
"Can we please not break the fourth wall?" Michiru asked.
You shouldn't downgrade yourself like that. Let us. :}b
Shinobi nodded. "Of course, though you do realize that it is
tradition that I take one of your helpless womenfolk hostage..."
Which one is helpless?
In one voice, the girls exclaimed, "WHO'S HELPLESS?!"
As I was saying...
The resulting explosion was deafening. It rattled the wagon, knocked
over jars, shook windows, and sent the {Ninja : ninja} flying with
enough momentum that he would not land for at least a mile.
Madam Sophia sighed and began righting bottles. "They do not train
ninjas like used to."
The ninja *was* fine, though not any more. The helpless victims just
didn't cooperate.
"Hello, Voodoo King Louis, this Madam Sophia... I need you to play
along in little game..."
Now they're really in trouble.