The Revenge of Akane's Cooking!
by Mark Doherty (mdoherty@mailbox.uq.edu.au)

"Ranma, did you... uh... find it?" Akane gritted her teeth a bit. Having
her food spontaneously animate was damn embarassing. Ranma, in one of his
macho-fits, had promised to go and destroy it, and now finally, after an
entire day, he was back.

"Hey Ranma, so who's that with you?" Nabiki, the only other Tendo present,
looked up from her manga.

"Oh, hi Nabiki. This is... well..."

"Glorp." encouraged the food monster, who had entered the room just after
Akane had asked Ranma her question.

"Akane, I'm sorry. Nabiki, this is Akane's food monster, the woman..."

"Glorp." the monster corrected.

"The thing I love, and am now engaged to." Ranma corrected. "I've decided not 
to go through with any of the other engagements. Say hello to your mother, 
honey." Ranma said, turning to smile at his now one-and-only fiancee.

"Glorp." replied the animate mass of food, putting a psuedopod around
Ranma's waist.

Akane blinked. She blinked again. Then, in a dangerously quiet voice she 
said "What?"

Ranma nodded. "When I finally found your cooking, I was all set to kill
it. But for some reason I didn't. We got talking, and found we had a lot
in common. Before we knew it, we were declaring our love for each other."

"Glorp." the food monster sighed as it remembered the emotional moment.

"Anyway Akane, I hope you have a good life. We're gonna go off and elope
before the others find out. See ya."

"Glorp." the food monster waved at Akane, biding farewell to its mother,
before it and Ranma ran (and oozed) off into the sunset.

"Well." Nabiki noted, laying a hand on Akane's shock-frozen shoulder. 
"Tough luck, I guess. Think of it this way sis, at least he admitted
he loved your food. You always wanted him to say that."

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Mark Doherty  -  mdoherty@mailbox.uq.edu.au
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"Time grows short, but I remain tall."