At 08:49 AM 3/19/96 -0800, you wrote:

Foxtrot comes out from under her dense shielding.  "I'm right 
here, Spira.  Don't think that ordinary youma's can scare or frighten
me!" 

Ah, and I thought you're dead... oh well...

She takes aim with the BFG-9000.  "Now do you want to play nicely,
or am I going to have to hurt you?"

Spira regards her BFG-900 incredulously.

Spira: Do you honestly think that thing can hurt me? Haha... not a chance...
       *smug* Oh, do try...

Foxtrot the Furryous
...I'm not mean!  Take it back or I'll blow up your house!

Humm... sounds really scary, isn't it? Hemm... lucky me that I don't 
have a house to start with... in fact, I don't really live on this 
dimension... hehe...