Apologies to Monty Python, and anyone who found the previous fic
remotely funny.

It was a dark and stormy night.  Then a knock came at the door.

"Oh my! Ranma, would you please answer the door, I'm busy here in the
kitchen!"   Called Kasumi from her favorite room in the house.

"Sure thing Kasumi!"  Ranma sprang up from the spot on the floor where

he

had been watching a rerun of El-Hazard: Wanderers.  He ambled over to

the

door and opened it.  As he opened the door, a dark mist flowed into the
hallway, seeming to suck the brightness out of the nearby lights.  A

tall

figure wearing a robe and clutching a sycthe in a bony hand stood in

the

open door.

"Ranma Saotome, I've come for you...." droned the figure in an

unearthly voice.

"Oh, a challenge?  No problem.  Now or later?"   Asked Ranma in a bored

voice.

"I've come to take you now......"  the voice droned on.

"Okay.  Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken!"  Ranma called out his attack and

landed

three hundred and fifteen punches on the robed figure in under twenty
seconds.  The robe collapsed into itself like a bag of broken bones,

the

sycthe landing on top.  A moment later it dissappeared with a dark

flash.

The mist in the hallway also dissipated and the lights resumed their

former

intensity.  "Hmmm....not much of a challenge."  Ranma closed the door

and

walked back into the living room to finish watching his show.

"Who was it Ranma-kun?"  Asked Kasumi as she entered the living room.

"I don't know," replied Ranma honestly.  "Just some guy in an old robe

and

some kind of farming tool came to challenge me.  Didn't set any

records."

"Oh, that's nice.  Time for dinner everyone!"

And then the figure stepped *through* the door.

"Oh my!" said a young lady famous for saying such things.

"Hey, I beat you fair and square. Stay dead!" said a young pigtailed
martial artist.

"Bwee!" said an ultra-kawaii piglet with a bandana around its neck.

"SILENCE" said the mysterious man.

"Just a minute..." It was Akane's turn to speak. The piglet ran behind
Akane, for once truly afraid.

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE DEAD."

[all of us?] The panda held a sign up.

[ALL OF YOU] the mystery man held an equally large sign up and bapped
the panda on the head with each word, emphasising his point.

"Wait a minute, how can we all have died at the same time?" asked
Nabiki.

"THE SALMON MOUSSE"

"Oh my. Im most dreadfully sorry. I should never have let Akane cook."

"Wait a minute, I didnt even eat the salmon mousse."

"What! Ranma, how dare you refuse to eat my cooking!"

"Umm, well, it *did* kill everyone you know..." Akane did at least have
the decency to blush bright red.

No one noticed Nabiki slipping a few thousand yen into a skeletal hand.
They were all too busy being led off in a frenzied dance of death.

"Well Ranma baby, its just you and me now. What say you we do a photo
session for the new swimsuit calendar? I'll even cut you in for a
generous one percent of the gross." Somehow, Ranma knew his troubles
were only just beginning.

---
Rhialto
wondering how it is possible to so mangle a perfectly good sketch