Last part! WHEEEEE!!!

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    And so it began.

    "This one?"
    "I don't think so,"
    "This one?"
    "I don't know."
    "You're supposed to be helping me!" James slammed his fist down on
the rack of pants angrily, which emitted a snapping sound and collapsed.
"Oops,"
    "Now you've done it," Snarked Ranma as he surveyed the damage. He
was bored; there was no reason for him to be inside the store. At this
rate he'd rather face Akane or Mr. Tendo or even his father rather than
try and shop with James. Fitting clothing to James' frame in Japan was
like trying to hide an elephant behind a fire hydrant, especially when
it concerned suits. Since James couldn't rent one, he was going to shell
out a hefty sum anyway, but that fact didn't seem to increase the local
suit availability count, much to James' chagrin.
    So here they were, poking through a discount shop just outside of
Nerima that had a promising array of clothing available. At least here
he had a large selection, which increased the likelihood he would
actually find something suitable and Ranma wouldn't have to chuck him
back into the canal he was found in.
    "Okay, how about this one?" In the background, Ryouga righted the
clothing rack, glaring at James.
    "Might fit," Said Ranma, resuming his carefully bored tone as
James prattled through the clothes.
    After a moment, he stood bolt upright, nearly whacking his
insufferable head against the low ceiling of the store in the process,
and declared he was ready to make a trip to the dressing room. "These
look good. I'll be back in just a minute, okay?"
    "Fine. Go. We'll be right here."
    "What he said," Remarked Ryouga as he stepped up behind Ranma,
putting one heavy, callused hand on the pig-tailed boy's shoulder
roughly.
    "Don't burn the joint down," James departed for the dressing
rooms, really just a series of small divided closets at the far end of
the store, closets with colorful curtains to keep other patrons--or even
passerby's on the street--from seeing in. To his good fortune, James
found the clothes a good fit. Swiping his second outfit almost
negligently after walking around shortly in the suit, he paid for and
dressed fully in his new clothes.
    "Whadda ya think, boys?" He said in a falsetto Brooklyn accent.
    "What?"
    "What?"
    James sighed. He was wearing basically an old-style dark blue
pinstripe suit. He knew it was something the Yakuza back in his home
dimension wore, and didn't for one second think that such clothing would
be dangerous. As he considered and promptly dismissed this concern, they
left the store, James basking in the pleasant weather.
    A shame he'd be leaving soon...
    The tattoo started screaming. It couldn't literally scream, of
course, but if it had a voice, it would have screamed. A sound of
ancient woes and lost loves and the pain of seeing fallen comrades
peppered with a fear beyond understanding would have given it voice,
lent it their sorrows, to hear such a scream.
    James' arm just caught on fire.
    "YEEEOOOOUUCCHH!!!"
    "Now I send you to hell."
    James' blood ran cold.
    "What do you want, you old freak!" Shouted Ranma, instantly taking
up a fighting stance just to James' right. James didn't move except to
move his flaming appendage just in front of Ranma, who stepped back a
bit at seeing James' arm on fire and James not really caring.
    "Put that thing away, you have no idea what it contains." James
said warily to the pissed off martial arts master in front of him.
    "No. I think it's time you learned a lesson, young man."
    "Don't patronize me, you piece of dried up jerky--ow!"
    Happosai landed lightly on his feet, just out of range of Ranma or
James' attacks. James rubbed his head; Ryouga hadn't even seen the short
man move.
    "And now," Happosai said, slowly pulling apart the wadded up piece
of paper he'd been holding earlier. "you get yours, Rahn."
    "NOOOOOOOO!!!"
    Time went into slow motion. Ranma dove for Happi, who jumped out
of the way and tossed the paper at Ryouga's feet. Ryouga whipped out his
umbrella in preparation to attack the lech. James took off the ruined
top to his suit calmly, a sickly red light pulsing from his right
forearm through the toasted undershirt. Ranma launched a stream of solid
attacks against the height-challenged martial artist and received a pipe
on the chin for his efforts. Ryouga gave a mighty swing, also missing
Happosai but giving the concrete sidewalk (and later the road workers)
hell.
    Happosai then proceeded to dance around James, laughing maniacally
as he rained blow after blow on the unprotected interloper. As James
tried to wrestle up some defense, he saw smoke billowing out of the
paper like a dozen weekend edition newspapers were ready to catch
aflame. However, this smoke was a pale blue and reminded James of some
cheesy Power Rangers effects.
    "My God!" He yelled. "It IS Power Ranger special effects!"
    Happosai was distracted for only a fraction of a second, the
smallest slipping of his guard, but enough for James to back out of
range, shouting to find Ranma and Ryouga. Ranma pulled himself out of a
nearby wall and waved, but he couldn't see Ryouga. A grunt of pain
caught James' attention to his right and he returned it a second later
as a small but incredibly hard object slammed into his stomach.
    James doubled over coughing and gasping, only to still look down
on Happosai, who stood in front of him twirling his pipe idly.
    "Fancy meeting you here," James managed to gasp out after a
second. The smoke wasn't getting any thicker, but it wasn't clearing
either. Ranma was shouting Ryouga's name, but James knew somewhere
inside that he was in serious trouble. What demon Happosai had let loose
James couldn't name to save his life, but whatever it was called, it had
probably just taken over Ryouga's body; he was nearest to ground zero.
    James glared hatefully at the martial artist, who just sneered
back in silence.
    "Okay. Okay you," James squared his shoulders. "You've tortured us
enough for today. You didn't own that damn mirror and shouldn't have
that seal either. You've caused enough trouble for five evil people.
It's high time I started laying the smack down."
    "Talk talk talk. Don't you have anything better to say? Or maybe
you have a few pairs of my silky precious to offer for your insolence."
    "Heh. It's your lucky day, old man." Then James spit at the
master's eye.
    Happi dodged the wad of phlem and God-knows-what-else with ease,
but only barely blocked the snake-quick strike aimed for his head.
Suddenly, James was in a whole new league, moving like the wind, his
fists whistling, smashing concrete with ease. "JAMES!" And suddenly his
wasp-like concentration was interrupted.
    "What?"
    "Happosai, NOT THE BUILDINGS!"
    "Huh?" James blinked. "He was right there a second ago!"
    James frantically looked around for his target that only a split-
second ago had been within his grasp.
    "Looking for someone?" Called a voice above them.
    James and Ranma turned as one to face Happosai, instinctively
moving to guard each other's flanks. Happosai apparently stood behind
the still-billowing cloud of smoke and on top of the nearby store. He
cackled evilly behind his flimsy shield. Ranma and James held their
ground, eyeing the situation carefully, both noting at the same time
that Ryouga was nowhere to be seen. Happi was known to dabble in the
black arts; anything he did came under extreme suspicion, obviously
magical or not. James in particular had a bad feeling about this one,
especially with the way his tattoo was pulsing like a block of dry-ice
strapped to his arm. Strangely, the pain no longer distracted him
either, instead focusing his thoughts, carefully locking his target in
mind and freeing it from other tasks.
    All the same, James ground his teeth together in anger. "Well, any
other parlor tricks to amaze us with, or was that it?"
    "I think it's time you two learned a lesson. Ranma, how could you
share secrets of the Anything Goes school with this... this... vile
interloper."
    "Vile?!" James shouted in shock.
    "Interloper? I haven't shown him nothin'!" Ranma protested loudly.
    "Ranma, that's a double-negative." James whispered.
    "Die, Freak!!!" Ranma was content to yell as James made warding
gestures. Ryouga suddenly bounded out of the debris field to his right,
and James steered the lost boy toward Happosai, following on his heels.
    Ranma opened with a dive-kick that Happosai easily deflected with
his tiny wooden pipe, dodged Ryouga's earth-shattering strikes, and...
blinked.
    James was descending from above with a war cry, ready to skewer
the lech into next week with a well-place kick when the tiny form
grabbed the still stumbling Ryouga by an ankle and flung him into James.
The two crashed into a brick wall like a wrecking ball, completely
screwing up James' hair and almost scuffing Ryouga's tunic. Meanwhile,
Ranma launched a surprise attack at Happosai's back, knocking the
perverted master across the street where he regained his footing and
growled something about panties.
    That was when James latched onto him, biting and clawing with
everything he had. Ranma stood in amazement as he saw what James was
doing. Ryouga hefted a smashed chunk of the sidewalk over his head,
preparing to throw it when James got out of the way. Happosai finally
untangled himself from James, who was himself growling like an animal,
only to get slammed by an immense piece of concrete.
    "In... grates..." The mauled martial artist hissed, crouched low
on the ground. "Oh, you'll pay,"
    "I think not." James said, his voice shaky. "You don't yet know
what revenge is." Something in James' tone reminded Ranma of metal
crushing ice. James was severely pissed--probably best to keep some
distance from him... especially with his arm glowing like Hellfire.
    The wizened master glared at James for a second, then bound
straight up, zooming over rooftops faster than the eye could follow.
    "Damnit!" Ranma yelled. "He's probably going to recharge."
    "He's probably going to go off and die." James said.
    "He just doesn't _do_ that, though." Ranma exclaimed.
    "He doesn't?" James raised an eyebrow.
    "Tell him, Ryo--Ryouga?" Ranma's mouth closed like a bass
snatching up dinner. "Well that tears it, he's wandered off again."
    "Not good. Happosai could've done something to him." James said.
    "What makes you think that?" Ranma asked.
    "Just one of those feelings." James said, brushing past Ranma in
the general direction of the dojo, picking at his torn suit.
    "Sorry 'bout your clothes, man."
    "It happens. Not your fault."
    Ranma grinned and shrugged; he liked hearing that.

---

    On the way back to the dojo, James finally pealed off his nice
suit to reveal a second set of clothing underneath: a ninja suit.
    "What?" James asked.
    Ranma continued to stare the first-rate duplication of a classical
ninjitsu suit. It reminded him of Kuno's retainer, the greatly annoying
thing known as Sasuke. James, on the other hand, was easily twice
Sasuke's size and three times the diminutive ninja's weight. Ranma
started to snicker after he pictured James kicking the crap out of
Sasuke with American wrestling moves, and didn't stop until long after
they reached the Tendo dojo.

    James came out of the bathroom, clad in another wool business like
his first, but in a slightly different shade of gray. He still had the
ninja suit on underneath, but didn't need to wear it right now. He
figured it was probably time to leave and let Ranma and Ryo--
    James ran into Ranma from behind. The teen had been just around
the corner, by the foot of the stairs, staring at something past the
kitchen window when James ran into him. After both picked themselves up,
Ranma pointed out the window, grabbing James by the collar.
    "James, I think we have a problem."
    James followed Ranma's pointing finger while trying vainly to
breathe or at least pry loose the boy's fingers so that his head would
come flying off like a Champaign cork any second now. After a moment of
furious struggle, Ranma finally let go, but continued to stare out the
window. Coughing, James finally got a good look at the city.
    His eyes widened. "Christ, we have to stop him!"
    Ranma nodded and the two quickly made their way out the back, the
sounds of growling and small ki-blasts coming from the center of Nerima
district. In the back yard, Kasumi appeared to be watching the
fireworks.
    "James-san, Ranma. Are you going out?"
    James blinked. He looked at Kasumi's placid expression and then at
the destruction being wrought just a few dozen blocks away. Something
didn't compute, so he just nodded dumbly and followed Ranma over the
rear fence into the street.
    HONK!
    James and Ranma both jumped straight up, just barely missing a
brown Honda. "HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" James yelled after the
frightened driver. "That guy..." He muttered.
    "Let's go!" Ranma egged on, sprinting for the disturbance. After a
few paces, he easily jumped onto the nearest roof.
    "Hey!" James shouted from below.
    "I'll meet you--holy!" Ranma's eyes bugged out.
    "What?" James asked, worry clawing at his gut like a sleepy cat.
    "It's... It's Ryouga?"
    "I KNEW this day was going to suck..."

---

    At the scene of the crime, Ranma and James had plenty of debris to
hide behind. That was good, because Ryouga--encased in a green and
orange aura that flickered like a firefly on its twelfth drink--was
tossing around miscellaneous chunks of the sidewalk, nearby buildings,
cars, etc. while screaming in a rage. Ducking behind what used to be
some part of the roadway, James could see several bicycles parked by a
flaming restaurant just down the street. He considered using one to
approach Ryouga rapidly and maybe knock him down, when a green fireball
slammed into the restaurant, burying the bikes under about five thousand
pounds of concrete.
    "Damn," James swore.
    Then Ranma jumped over the pile to deliver a flying kick aimed at
the back of Ryouga's head. Following his lead, James rolled across the
street to another piece of cover, firing off a blast from his hand in
the process.
    "What the fuck?" James stared at his hand. He only just realized
it then, but his entire body was covered by a dim red-purplish aura,
concentrated at the tattoo on his forearm. "Hey, this could be useful,"
He looked up to see Ranma fly by overhead and slam into the side of a
building, upside-down. Maybe he planned that... naw.
    James fired off two more quick blasts, drawing Ryouga's attention.
The martial artist turned towards James and fired a small orange ki-
blast at him. James leaped away, feeling the pile get blasted into
oblivion behind him. He and Ranma quickly regrouped in an alleyway
another few blocks away from the rampaging teen.
    "So, this happen often?" James asked off-hand.
    "This? Huh-uh. Never did anything like that before. And I don't
like the way his eyes are glowin'." Ranma said, panting.
    "They're glowing?" James asked.
    "Yeah, they're glowing bright yellow. Or, like gold." Ranma said.
    "Damnit! DAMNIT!" James cursed.
    "What?" Ranma asked.
    "Demon. Called up by a cult called the Black Tide. They summon
these things, say they're spirits from the deep, and place their souls
into an unwilling person to use them as a tool of destruction." James
said quickly, as if rattling off a simple fact.
    "How do you know all this?" Asked Ranma, somewhat confused by
James' rapid-fire wording.
    "I... I..." James sighed. "I don't know. There's something _like_
them on the last place I was at... I knew about them too, but I can't
remember _how_." He took another deep breath. "Look, just... don't worry
about right now. It's probably the tattoo. It can banish this things,
destroy it's soul--hopefully without killing Ryouga, unless you want him
dead."
    "Uh... no. We fight a lot, but he's my friend." Ranma said,
looking at the ground.
    "Then it's settled, we'll save him. Now we just have to weaken
him." James said.
    "Okay, a plan! ... How are we gonna do that?!" Ranma shouted.
    Another fireball put a car-sized crater in the ground outside of
their hiding place, followed shortly by more indistinct growling.
    "With Ryouga doing a Godzilla impersonation? On Tokyo? Run.
Running should work just fine." James said.
    "Hey, Ranchan! What's gotten into Ryouga-kun?!" Shouted a female
voice. James ducked at the noise but quickly realized there was no real
threat and tried to make himself presentable as the figure drew closer.
    "Ucchan? You shouldn't be here. The old freak did somethin' to
him." Ranma said.
    After a year in San Francisco, James had no problem telling the
person standing in front of them was a girl. A fairly attractive one
too, by his standards. "Hey, who is this?"
    "Her name's Ukyou. An old friend of mine," Ranma said.
    "Fiancee, you semi-cad." She said, somewhat jokingly.
    "Oh, hello Ukyou." James said, bowing.
    "Hello..."
    "James, James Rahn." James offered.
    "All right, Rahn-san--" Ukyou began.
    "Don't SAY that."
    "Say what?" She said, looking hurt.
    "Never mind." James shook his head. "To the battle!"
    "But you said we should--" Began Ranma.
    "Never listen to a running man, boy!" James shouted in pale
imitation of Genma.
    "Right. Sure." Said Ranma as he chased after the dimension-
crossing martial artist.
    "Don't forget about me!" Shouted Ukyou, hot on their tails.

After a few moments of dodging ki blasts and returning insults, James
was pretty much convinced he was screwed. Ukyou and Ranma were fast
enough to stay out of Ryouga's range, but even with the massive pole-arm
Ukyou had produced from thin air, they just weren't doing enough gross
damage to hurt him.
    James thought through his options while he closed and traded blows
with the possessed martial artist. Short of using a Sherman tank, he
wasn't going to kill the boy. Knocking him out had proven impossible
thus far. James then ducked a kick and executed a low sweep, knocking
his opponent down. There was one option, but it wasn't the sort of
behavior he was inclined to engage in. It always made him feel like...
like less of a human being whenever he acted that way. Ryouga bounced to
his feet, then floated up off the ground, negating any further foot-
sweeps.
    "Great," Commented James, before being kicked into a specialty
tea-shop.

"Shouldn't this be slowing him down?" Asked a bedarged Ukyou.
    "He should be dead!" Ranma hissed.
    The pair was hiding behind some massive crates near a restaurant
that had just been flattened. Separated from James just after rejoining
in combat, they'd come out for a second round only to be put on the
defensive. James had taken his lumps too, and Ryouga wasn't slowing down
at all. Now it was time to get desparate.
    "Maybe if we had a Shinto priest on hand..." Ukyou mumbled aloud.
    "Huh?" Ranma asked with his usual attention to deail.
    "You know, someone that could... uh, exorcise this thing?" Her
eyes lit up and she looked almost hopeful. "Say, did he eat any of
Akane's cooking recently?"
    "Don't think so. James did, but he's still alive."
    Ukyou blinked, complete with sound effects. "Really? Well, we can
just let those two monsters battle it out and have a little time alone
together..." She scooted closer to Ranma, who started to develop a
twitch in one hand.
    "Ah... that is... uh, to say I... meant that--"
    "OW! Oh, Hell!"
    THUD!
    "James?!" Ranma practically lept to the smoking man's aid, pulling
James out of the small crater he'd made on impact. "Are you okay, man?"
    "Owie..." James eyes rolled in his head, independant of one
another.
    "Great, looks like it's just the two of us."
    Ukyou hefted her battle spatula confidently. "Then let's do this."
    They jumped to battle.

James came to a few moments later, laying on the ground almost buried in
fried noddles.
    "Ah, this isn't too bad."
    A building fell down somewhere. James watched the dust rise in
great clouds in the distance.
    "Pretty nice, in fact."
    Someone yelled something in Chinese, and there was another small
explosion.
    "What the fuck?!!" James sat bolt upright, grimacing. "I'm
okay..." He hissed through clenched teeth. "It _will_ heal... OUCH!"
    As another house was knocked down, James finally got to his feet.
His suit was trashed and covered in Chinese food--mostly ramen noddles.
He wasn't seriously injuried, but he wouldn't be going down hill skiing
for a while. He had suddenly aquired a minor fear of falling. No... that
wasn't right, it was being thrown.
    Thrown? Images came to the Traveler in a rush. Gasping for breath
as the blur of color and shapes subdued from his vision, he could only
nod.
    Stumbling from the wreck of the restaurant (who would name their
place the Black Brick Cafe anyway?), James found his bearings, surveying
the massive damage to the ward with a stoic eye.
    It was time to go Rahn.
    He bolted for the center of combat, the tattoo on his arm glowing
like a rod of nuclear waste sewed under his skin.

"Raaagghh!!!" Echoed the being formerely known as Ryouga Hibiki. It had
finally declaired victory over the two pests bothering it and was ready
to finish up it's business of destroying the rest of the known world.
    It was a rough job, but somebody had to do it.

James closed on the demon like track star--quickly and with little
wasted energy. Just as the demon was turning it's head, James plowed
into it's side with a spinning/flying kick that pushed it backwards a
dozen yards. James landed easily on his feet, facing the monster, hands
resting by his sides. He eyes were almost glazed over; wide open and
taking in everything, but focusing on something just beyond normal
perception.
    The thing that was Ryouga growled earthly, then stood to it's full
height, facing James. Ryouga was fairly large for a Japanese teen ager,
but the demon spirit in his system had already made him a head taller.
His skin was covered in some places with thick scales, and it looked
like he'd gained an extra twenty kilos of muscle. All traces of human
intelligence were gone from it's eyes though, leaving room for only the
bloodlust, a plain intent to kill and dismember indiscriminately.
    James didn't say a word or so much as twitch. He was waiting for
the Ryouga to make the first move.
    The demon eyed James for roughly ten seconds before barging
forward head first, intent on simple bashing James into next week. The
nimble martial artist quickly closed the gap at the same time, simply
walking through Ryogua's guard like it wasn't even there. He turned
quickly, looking intently for James, who landed lightly on the monster's
head. As a large hand, harder than stone, came up to swat him away,
James jumped off with a summersault and fired a blast of red energy as
he landed. This time, the beast rocked back and _screamed_. James felt
as if his eardrums were going to tear themselves loose and setup a
picket line.
    The demon charged again, claws extending from his hands and
whistling through the air. James just barely dodged out of the way, then
threw a long kick into the monster's chest and followed through with
another small blast.
    The demon backed off slightly, actually looking at James with some
measure of respect in it's clouded eyes.
    Both seemed to rear back slightly, preparing for a powerful
attack, then James just fired a massive red ball of cackling energy
without so much as blinking. The demon was just readying for an all-out
assault (such tactical merits as subtlety were not a large part of it's
thought process), and no defense against the huge ball of magic that
slammed into it.
    For a full minute, Ryouga's form writhed in the sickly red flames
that did not burn his clothing while James slumped to the ground,
staring dumbly ahead and totally spent. The flames died down slowly,
returning Ryouga to the ground only slightly toasted. His form was
almost completely back to normal (which meant the small fangs and all),
without a mark on him.
    James stayed in place, sitting in the rubble with a blank look on
his face until Ranma and Ukyou ran up.
    "Is he dead?" Asked Ranma nervously, holding his arm. Both looked
a little battered and were pretty much exhausted, but neither was
seriously injured.
    Ukyou walked over to Ryouga with her guard up until she nudged him
a few times with her toe. Then she bent over to get a better look at
him. "Hey, he looks back to normal. Breathing too, he's alive."
    "That's good to hear," Ranma said, letting down his guard. "Hey,
James. Are you okay?"
    James didn't respond for a few seconds, only speaking just as
Ranma waved his hand in front of the his face. "No."
    Then he collapsed.

---

The rain was pouring again, dropping entire clouds of wetness onto the
battered landscape that was once Nerima with relentless fury.
    These were perfectly normal conditions to the residents and there
was mush rejoicing.
    James was ready to leave by days end, declaring he didn't get hurt
much, he was just a little shocked. The tattoo could talk to him, and
spent most of the afternoon berating him for being such a bonehead and
eternally thanking the powers that be (which James apparently worked
for) that James able to eventually get things right. James spent a few
hours listening, then arguing, and the Tendo home got to see a full rant
right in their back yard as James bitched out his own right arm.
    Ryouga wasn't even bruised, but seemed a little mellowed out. He
didn't remember anything and promptly got lost before James could give
the him a piece of his mind too.
    Ukyou teased Akane about her missing the big fight, which somehow
resulted in a Ranma malleting, but James gone by the time that event
came to pass.
    And as the week went by, things were back to normal.
    Until Ranma walked into the Nekohanten for lunch...

"Son-in-law, please, sit down and tell me about this battle you were
involved in. I hear Ryouga really cleaned your clock." Cologne said,
perched behind the counter.
    "Well, heh. I suppose so, be he took his licks too." Ranma replied
nervously.
    "All good then, I take it."
    "Yeah, James took care of him. He came back yesterday, you know."
    "This James character?"
    "No, Ryouga. We fought again, the usual."
    "And so it goes, son-in-law." Cologne said with a chuckle, setting
a bowl of piping hot ramen in front of Ranma, who gobbled it up like a
starving man. "Have you ever thought of settle down, having some kids...
maybe teaching a few classes?"
    "Uh... I'd like to finish school first. And practice some more. It
got plenty of time to teach later--urk!"
    "Ah-hah. Couldn't interest you in a trip to China, could I?"
    Ranma stared at Cologne for long minute, then tipped his bowl and
downed the broth in the bottom. "Nah, I'll do okay."
    "That's a surprising revelation." Cologne said suspiciosly.
    "Not really. That gaijin was a pretty cool guy. Nice,
understanding... somewhat. But he got me thinkin', k'know?"
    "You? Not likely."
    "No, I'm serious. He's like, got this talking thing in his arm and
he's bouncing from one place to another with no control in his life, but
it doesn't bother him." To her credit, Cologne managaed a straight face
while Ranma rattled off the facts as he knew them.
    "I was under the impression from the local doctor that he ranted
like an escaped mental patient." Cologne countered.
    "Um..." Ranma scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... that's what
it _seems_ like, but there's more to him than that. He didn't have to
help us--and we coulda handled Ryouga without his help--"
    "Riiiight." Said Cologne, watching at the sarcasm missed Ranma by
a county klick.
    "But he helped us anyway. Just the principle of thing. Insane or
not, he's just a nice guy." Ranma finished.
    "And that's what got you thinking?"
    "Pretty much. Being a martial artist is about protecting people
who can't protect themselves and helping whenever possible."
    "That sounds like a highly enlightened point of view, coming from
you, son-in-law. A mature point of view."
    "Well, I've always wanted to be a martial artist, a real one, like
my dad used to talk about. An' then James shows up and he ain't perfect,
but he, y'know, is a martial artist."
    "So what did he do that was so good. I am, of course, assuming
this is the man who was responsible for that dispectable display of
testosterone that mashed a quarter of Nerima into the ground?"
    Ranms looked into his empty ramen bowl. "He uh... blew up the
Nanban mirror."

---

    Meanwhile, in Hell, the demons paused to shiver, wondering why it
had been so cold that day.

---

    Cologne threw her head back, utilizing (without knowing it) an
ancient Rahn technique of stress-relief. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

- fin.

I'm done! Ha ha! I'm done done done done done!

<dancing> I'm done! Done! DONE! <droning on like the 2001 theme song>
Done! Done! Done! Done! Done! Done! Done! Done! Doooone....

<stops singing> Okay, it's finished. I'm too exhausted for pithy
comments now, so hang on, I have nine more episodes and two (count 'em,
2) OAV specials to write.

Shame the movie deal fell through... <grumbles>


This has been an Insanity Productions production, written by:
Rick Spiff  <rick_spiff@yahoo.com>

Insanity Productions: Sometimes we forget our damn mottos, so there!

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