CHRISTIAN A ROGERS wrote:

Of course, you realize, the origin of the Moko Takabishia is a bit
different...
"I can still beat you!"
"No you can't!"
"Yes I can!"
"You've got no bloody arms or LEGS!"
"MOKO TAKABISHIA!"
(Major Ouchiees)
"Okay... maybe you can." *thud*

    Heh. ^_^

    Hmmm, would that count as confidence or simply persistance? If one
were to hypothosis... kind of like aerobosize, but with Bill Ni as
opposed to Richard Simmons... that they are one in the same...

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    Ataru went snap, crackle and pop. One might have gotten images of
talking dehyrated rice as it swam about a bowl of pre-curd.

    A watched pot may never very well exchange it's liquid contents to
gas, however a neglected bit of cooking wear that catches the chef
staring lewdly at the sauce pans may very well reach spontaneous
combustion. Lum eye's were doing that flaming orb thing again. It has
been speculated that most females aquire the trick sometime around
puberty when they are handed a box of femine winged things, a ten ton
mallet and a Teen Beat.

    "Darling... you are NOT going girl chasing, hunting, skimming,
skeezing or dating. You shall not flirt, skirt, pervert nor be curt. You
will not be touching any more bades, tomatoe's, chicks, chests, buns,
calves, thighs, peaks, breasts, lung hammers, emergency Bay Watch
flotation devices, silicon valleys nor in fact any part of the female
anatomy that is not contained here in!" She thumped her chest
expressivly and then seethed, bringing her temper down from it's
overlapping boil to a simple simmer.

    Suddenly, darling began to glow. Lum considered this, Darling's
shouldn't glow. She only used watts, knowing full well that the killer
was the ampage.

    "No, not this time. You won't stop me, now, nor ever again. Neither
sleet, nor snow, nor ten thousand screaming volts of jump and jive shall
keep THIS particular hentia from his appointed rounds! I shall grope,
fondle, molest, fold, pinch, stroke, rub, rip, rampage and, should the
lebido so move me... I will in fact SAY NO MORE... to Shinobu, to
Sakura, to Ran, to Ryouko, to Benten, to Ryuu-chan, to Oyuki, to Cherry,
to... cherry... to..."

    Inertia, as a rule has it's own sort of momentum, a mossless boulder
that crashes and leaps through and over obstacles at random. But no
matter the mass, velocity or gravitional flux, even your basic Bruce
Willis smashing, Morgan Freeman buring asteroid would have paused for
that particular thought.

    "Ahem... yes, even if I were so inclined, to Cherry. Now then,
prepare to... prepare to..." Ataru looked about him and tapped his foot
impatiently. The battle aura looked around, noticed people were waiting
and sheepishly reaserted itself. You could hardly blame it, what with
the sudden image of a certain bald holy man doing whatever it is he'd do
if the opportunity presented itself. "Okay, as I was saying... prepare
for the MOCKO... TABASCOoooo... hi there Shinobu, Sakura, Ran, Ryouko,
Benten, Ryuu-chan, Oyuki... cherry. My what lovely mallets you have
there." He decided to refrain from comment on the silk teddy the monk
was currently wearing.

    WHAM!

    Lum carefully dusted off Ataru, "Little man, you've had a busy day."
Sighing, she carried him back home.

    Cherry looked rather regretfully to the stuffed parrot and haggis he
had placed lovingly in his purse. "Oh well, mayhaps next time."

Good work Keener.

    Thanks. ^_^

BTW: Can I be your deciple in the Revenge Wars?

    ? <looks around> Me? Are you sure? I mean, sure, if you really want
to, consider yourself Parrot in training.

Revenge's End Mad Bad Bishonen Lad
Caretaker of the Dark and Lonely Place (COR Deaconate)
The Parrot King
READ SUICIDE BLAST... please?

(And the Moon was as blood, the Storms crashed and the Seas BOILED!)
(Typical, thought the Lobsters)
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