In a message dated 3/16/99 11:23:04 PM Eastern Standard Time, rchuang@gte.net
writes:

<< a.) Having to wear green or else getting pinched, hit, or beaten to
 within an inch of your life, depending on what type of friends you hang
 out with. >>
     This is inspiring and had me suspecting that whaty was going to happen
was that Ranma wouldn't be wearing any green, and his 'friends' decided that,
well, any exscuse to beat him withing an inch of his life...
     As it is, consider this my contribution to the cause of senseless
violence.  (For?  Oh, please don't beat me up for this!  I can't fight!  I
keep reverting to clawing and biting and...no, I'm not a cat with a Jusenkyo
curse, why do you ask?)

     Insert generic disclaimer.
     OOCness happens.  Hopefully not here.
	C&C not minded, flames will be C&Ced.

Ow!
A really pointless spamfic by Ryo Hoshi

     Two thugs stood in an alley, looking at an empty street in Satan City.
They were both the big type -- you know, looks like he's heavier then his car,
that he probably bench-presses, and not too smart because the drug he's been
taking to make his muscles look big have rotten his brains, and besides, there
wasn't much room for brains what with all those muscles.
     "I don't know about this...standing in this alley, waiting to beat up
anyone not wearing any green..." said the first thug.
     "Oh, come on.  It'll be fun," said the second thug.
     "We've been standing here for hours...are you sure the parade's going to
come down this street?"
     There are the sounds of a parade in the distance.
     "Yes."
     The first thug facefaulted.

*** *** ***  An undetermined period of time later

     The street is no longer empty.  Walking down the street are one of our
favorite couples, Bulma and Vegita.  We can't hear what they are saying, but
they seem to be enjoying themselves.
     "Hey, there's some victims!" said the second thug.
     "I'm not sure we want to try beating them up...he looks...big."
     "They aren't wearing anything green."
     "Can we assume that they might be wearing something green, but not where
we can see it?"
     The second thug looked at him strangely, and then solemnly hit him over
the head.  Hard.  "No."
     "oww..."
     They stepped out into the street, looking threatening.
     "What do we have here?" said the second thug.
     The first thug looked at Vegita again, and made use of a kind of reply
that is usually interpreted by others as whatever they want it to mean.
(Though usually it was meant to mean some form of 'Uncle!")
     "Yes, you're right...no green that I can see..."  The second thug cracked
his knuckles.  Bulma moved back a few yards, and the first thug took a third
look at Vegita and started looking around for a safe escape route.
     The second thug swung, and his fist was caught by Vegita.  The first thug
vanished.  The second thug struggled, unable to believe that this runt of a
guy could stop his punch so easily.  He would have denied that it had
happened, but it is very hard to ignore that someone's slowly crushing your
fist.
     Vegita smiled.  "You know, you don't seem to be wearing anything green
too...guess that means I get to beat you up."

End

	*heh*  Looks like that thug's gonna have a happy St. Partick's day.


		--Ryo Hoshi