Not bad, not bad at all.

Nodoka Saotome was fixing breakfast.

When the doorbell rang and her son was at the door.

Eh, heh, heh, heh.

"The postman always rings...EEYYYAAAGGGgghukkk..."

Taking the body downstairs, she prepared it for the ritual. Then
afterwards she took the ashes and put them on the shrine with the
other jars.

Then she went upstairs and finished breakfast.

Nodoka Saotome was putting away the dishes  from breakfast.

When the doorbell rang and her son was at the door.

This is an excellent little spamfic, but dangerous. It suggests too many
other ideas for "doorway scenes" in which relatively normal folks with
legitimate reasons to ring the bell get greeted by the more deranged members
of the anime world, and the wacky hijinks (or bloody mayhem a la Messer
Robinson) that ensue. Not that I want to start anything tempbannable here...

J. Champagne
galathane@hotmail.com

"All right, that's it! No more pudding for you!"
- Henry, the Phantom Pudding Nazi



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