In a message dated 8/21/2001 9:54:24 AM US Mountain Standard Time, 
sommer@3rdm.net writes:

 >     "Whoah, that's harsh," Urd said, reading the formally-written
 > statement on how one of the many bugs afflicting Yggdrassil could
 > be corrected.
 
 By frying it into a pancake? :)

Well, we could smash it with a mallet, then fry it into a pancake, but that 
would
just be too easy. Where'd be the fun in that? ^_^

 >     "Turning him into a real goddess?" Belldandy asked, looking
 > somewhat worried. "Are you sure that's such a good idea?"
 
 I'd think it was a bad one, though in this fic, bad is good. :)

True. It's a terrible idea, but hey, anime characters are notorious for 
finding just
the wrong solution to the right problem.

 >     "So you're trying to take the bug and sweep it under the rug
 > with all the Static Klingons?" Belldandy used a metaphor.
 
 Nice pun.

Thanks. Once can measure the niceness of a pun by listening how loud everyone 
groans when it is delivered.

 >     "Wait a second," Belldandy picked up a printout. "I've heard of
 > him. He used to fight for the ancient Moon and Earth Kingdoms. A
 > great warrior. Are you sure taking him off Earth wouldn't cause
 > problems in the future? The Ultimate Force just might not allow it."
 
 Skuld: Hey, the Ultimate Force can be, how shall I say, sidestepped, with
 the right program.

So true... I'll consider including the line.

 >     Skuld shook her head. "I already checked. He's not _that_
 > important. Plus, he's boring, obsessed, and's on the Grim Reaper's
 > blacklist. I mean, he's scheduled to get killed off in a couple
 > months, so it's not a problem at all."
 
 Probably, Skuld most definitely did not say aloud.

Yes, that would probably be best. I'll work on that.

Checking the continuity... Hmm, yes she's got something big against him...

 >     "Actually," Urd smiled, "it sounds like we'd be doing him a
 > favor. Y'know, saving his life and sending 'em to Valhalla."
 >
 >     "Wow," Belldandy beamed, "then let's get started!"
 
 Heh. Cute.

Hey, helping people is their business! ^_^

 >     "The stars know everything," Nephrite breathed, a line of
 > sweat moving down his forehead. "The stars know everything, and
 > I must be prepared for what the stars tell me."
 
 Jean-Claude Van Damm: You must come and watch my new movie.
 
 Nephrite: I meant real stars, not Hollywood stars, and I'm not sure if 

you'd

 qualify as one anymore anyway.

Hmm... I think I have a use for those lines.

 >     The sky was blue, the forest green, cuddly squirrels were
 > frolicking in the trees, and little birdies were chirping a happy-
 > joyful-sweet tune.
 
 He's being suckered.

That too.

 >     "Oh," Nephrite relaxed, "there's nothing." He briefly wondered
 > why the stars kept on warning him about the great danger of stepping
 > outside if there were no great cataclysm or danger to him.
 
 Oh, a misassumption. He's going to pay for that one.

They always do, in time.

 >     Sam Beckett tried to analyze his situation.
 
 Just plain evil.

He's been here since chapter nine. He'll have to get used to this story 
eventually.

 >     Dr. Beckett was a scientist; a hard-headed theoretical analyst.
 > He simply wasn't ready for shocks like this.
 >
 >     "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Sam screamed, then lost consciousness
 > from the incomprehensibility of it all
 
 Probably for the best.

That's what my prereader(s) and I thought, too. ^_^

 . He fell limp in the chains
 > that held him secure to the wall.
 >
 >     "Oh, leave the poor girl alone," another monster said, looking
 > at a few cards she held in front of her. "Go fish."
 
 The fish-headed youma left.

How could I have missed that one?!

 >     "Hmph," a circle of youma near the other picked up a few cards
 > from a deck in front of them.
 >
 >     "Blackjack."
 >
 >     "Mah-jhong!"
 >
 >     "Gin!" They all put down their cards.
 
 Figures.

I think they're playing the ArbyFish revision of poker...

 >     o/I'm Serenity the eighth I am, Serenity the Eighth I am, I am!
 >      I got married to the prince next door!
 >       He's been married seven times before-\o
 >
 >     *Wham!* "No singing!"
 
 Thank you, Youma

There'll be plenty of time for singing later. ^_-

 >
 >     "WAAAAH!" One youma stopped, but another soon began.
 >
 >     o/When, oh when will my Neffy-kun come?
 >       Where, oh, where could he beeeeeeee?\o
 
 Obviously harsher measures need to be enforced.

Obviously. ^_^

 >
 >     "Arrrrrggggghhhh," the main command trio groaned again.
 >
 >     Yes, they'd gone and captured the little jeweler's daughter. The
 > execution of the plan had been perfect. Nobody had noticed that Molly
 > had been captured. Nobody had any clue whatsoever where they were
 > hiding, nor how to get there. The building inside which they were
 > hiding was heavily shielded against magical detection, and all
 > defenses were ready. No one could find the hideout, and no force on
 > the Earth could scan or localize them.
 >
 >     "Wait a second,"
 
 Ah, so they figured it out.

Sure took 'em long enough...

 >     Molly grimaced. "Don't caul me that," she said in her weird
 > New-Yorker/New-Jersey accent, "Aye hate that nayme."
 >
 >     "So, what do I call you?"
 >
 >     "Caul me Naru-chan!"
 
 Hehehe. The dangers of using NA names. :)

You think it's bad now... wait 'till I develop the Neptune subplot more.

 >     "Three thousand nine-hundred-nine, four thousand," Amy
 > finished counting the little holes in the sheet-rock ceiling.
 
 Now that's bored.

Indeed.

 >     There was really nothing better to do right now.
 
 I would regard converting oxygen into carbon dioxide as about as
 interesting. :P

The bored mind often takes desperate, foolhardy measures to avoid the 
insanity...

 > in her right arm, and one of those dang assembled and framed
 > jugsaw puzzles of ET, the Extraterrestrial.
 
 Needs to dissasemble it and work on it. Something other than counting the
 holes in the ceiling

But it's been glued to a chunk of cardboard!!! ^_^

 >     Amy was not very happy. She was glad that the battle was
 > over and that all her friends were alive, but she was somewhat
 > distressed over the fact that she was losing valuable study time.
 > Oh yeah, there had been horrific damage to her body and nothing
 > would probably ever be the same again in her life, but still,
 > she maintained a great desire to go to school with everyone else.
 
 Just because she only had one leg now was no reason everyone would treat 

her

 as a freak, or at least not anymore than they already did.

Yeah! That's right!

 >     Amy was in no pain, but that was probably due in great part
 > to the generous amounts of medication that were being injected into
 > her bloodstream every few hours. Like right now, for instance: With
 > a soft 'beep' from the automatic IV dispenser, a sudden burst of
 > euphoric, pain-supressing chemicals flowed into her body.
 >
 >     "Oh yeah, that's the good stuff."
 
 Heh. Given most pain medication, it's easy to believe that even Amy would
 say that.

So did we think as well. ^_^

 >     Once in a while, she had heard some doctors outside joking
 > around with the idea that they could rebuild her, having the
 > technology and everything, but putting the price tag on such an
 > operation at six million dollars.
 
 Pretty cheap by today's standards.

Hey, cyborg technology is better and cheaper than it's ever been!

Radio Shack has what ya need, man! ^_^

 >     "Whose funeral?"
 >
 >     "YOURS!!!"
 
 Heh.

Typical evil quick comeback.

 > ---
 >
 >     Sitting in front of the great bonfire in the center of her
 > home,
 
 Now that's a cute way of calling it that. :)

Isn't it, though?

It's just so cool being able to brag to all of your friends that you have a 
fortune-
telling, chimera-summoning fire in the middle of your house, isn't it?

 >     The robed individual pulled back the hood, revealing a grainy-
 > grey masculine face with pointy ears, and began to rub his forehead.
 > His fingers made the sound of stone against stone as he did so.
 
 Zel's not going to be happy about this either, I reckon.

I really doubt he would be, I agree. ^_^_^_^

 >     Raye thought about that. "I think so."
 >
 >     "Just my luck," the chimera suddenly sounded very, very down
 > about life.
 
 Down about death, actually. :)

True! How could I have missed that?!

 >     "Raye, you haven't been trying out black magic again, have
 > you?" old Grandpa Hino called from the doorway.
 >
 >     The priestess quickly jammed the shamanistic scrolls in her
 > robes. "Uh, no, Grandpa! What gave you that idea?"
 
 Thought shamanistic was white magic anyway.

Well, sort of, but summoning Zel might have had some dark qualities to it.

Plus, Raye's still sort of jumpy at the moment. ^_^

 >     *Stomp*stomp*stomp!* At that moment, Serena ran in, stumbling
 > over him on her way in. She dragged Jade close behind her and half-
 > tossed her in front of Raye. "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayeeeeeeeee!!!"
 > Serena shouted frantically. "There's something wrong with Jaaaaade!"
 
 Nice Usagi dialogue there.

Thanks. It seemed the proper way...

 >     "This is _very_ bad," Raye said urgently, standing up. "We have
 > no time to lose!" She rushed over to a large chest in the corner of
 > the room, opened it, and pulled out a canvas sack.
 
 Going to throw the sack over Jade's head and start beating her with a stick
 until the possessing entity leaves, aren't they?

Of course not, why, the very idea... Beating poor little Jade with a stick, 
what are
you thinking?!

A simple stick doesn't have enough... flair to it! ^_^

 >     *GRFFFFH!*
 >
 >     "Quick! Get the roman candles!" Raye cried.
 
 Even worse, I see. I appluad your twistedness.

Thank you! ^_^

Blasting 'er with Roman candles, on the other hand... ^_^

 >     In the mental ether, he sat back with a psychic bag of
 > popcorn and a soda and watched the fireworks go off.
 >
 >     *Munch-munch*
 >
 >     Oh my, gerbils?! thought he.
 
 he though (I think)

Right! I'll get to it.

 Nice work. Will try to get to more in time.
 
 D.B. Sommer

Thanks for your commentary! They will go a long way toward improving what I've
got here. ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^

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