On Dec 27, 2003, at 4:03 PM, Michael A Chase wrote:

Beryl smiled as she walked around her new General.  She hadn't 
expected
the conditioning to take so little time, but she hadn't realized how
much resentment and buried anger there was.  There was quite a bit of
it.  Jealousy too.  All buried, but there, and therefore, usable.

Naru?

There's others who might have reason to resent her. Besides, if I 
turned Naru into the enemy, who would Usagi banter with?

"Some great detective.  From what you tell me, his nemesis was a
friggin math teacher.  A math teacher!  What's so great about getting
your ass handed to you by a math teacher?"

I guess Flash does better in math than the canon Makoto.

It was more of contempt for math in general.

The youma lunged, but then Tuxedo Mask was there, driving the youma
back with punches and kicks.  The {Youma : youma} snarled in anger and
sent him into the air with a single uppercut and then slashed with 
it's
lethally sharp claws.

"Fine," Sailor Moon was saying.  "I'll show you wit if you can give me
one good reason why this {Mettallia : Metallia} person named a bimbo
like Beryl as their field commander.  Last time I looked, that office
required, oh, I dunno, brains, for starters."

"Oh, the pot calling the kettle black."

"What can I say?  We who are about to die disrespect you."

It's a shame I can't recall enough Latin to translate disrespect.  I
remember the rest of the phrase she's alluding to.

*Shrug* I don't know enough Latin to string a question together, so 
she's actually better off then me.


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