On Thu, 22 Jul 1999, Seventh Messenger wrote:

This has to have been done before.  I just know it.<<

Well, like somebody already said, Cobb did a fic like that . . .

Yes, I remember that now, though the inconsistancy of the attrubites of
the curses somewhat detracted from the fic, in my opinion.

 (For that

matter, so did I, but it was never so well recieved as this one . . .)

Oh?

Hmm,
just a question. You planning on continuing this or anything like it?

Nope.  


-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...