HPACKRAT: Ola! Long time no see! KENJI: I was wondering when he'd show. Hey man. What's up? HPACKRAT: Just surfin for the moment. KENJI: Not working on that Rifts fic? HPACKRAT: Not now. You? KENJI: Just happy I can have time to even touch a computer. Right now I'm hunting for kanji logos. Now for his next line, 'How's the Viagra story going?' HPACKRAT: Ok. How's the Viagra story going? KENJI: Right on time. Not much done since the last update. Ch 4's been revised, and looks like a legible story now, and I already finished the draft for Ch 5. All that remains unwritten is the epilogue and the sidestory, and then I'm done with it for good. HPACKRAT: So then what are you waiting for? KENJI: I still have other fiction to get to. I did a good deal of begging to get some prereaders (no offense), and at this point, they are going to have my butt in a sling if I don't get these outlines to them like I promised I would. KENJI: Hmm? He must be having connection problems again. KENJI: Hey! What happened? Server problems again? HPACKRAT: I'm afraid not gaijin. He's indisposed at the moment, and you're next. KENJI: What do you mean by that? HPACKRAT: You're about to find out. VOICE: So you the one? The pervert author? KENJI: Umm, how'd you get in here? SHAMPOO: The back door was unlocked. KENJI: Damn brother. Edward no baka. NABIKI: Really, you'd at least think that you would keep some drinks around for your guest. UKYOU: Do you know that you have nothing upstairs in the kitchen to eat? Are all gaijin like this? KENJI: Not really. I don't do the grocery shopping around here. NABIKI: Oh well. Go ahead and search his room for any papers or disks. KENJI: No real need. All of my fiction stuff is at this desk. The only thing that's back there are video games, my collection, a trapper full of codes for those video games, and some bank notes. SHAMPOO: Why should we believe you? KENJI: It doesn't matter to me. In fact, I find it encouraging that someone wants to go through this much trouble for my stories. I do write them to be read. NABIKI: We could be here to destroy your data. You're not going to stop us? KENJI: Revenge squad right? Nothing much I can do about it except ride it out, and hope I come out with my sanity intact. NABIKI: Gee, you're a lot of fun to terrorize. UKYOU: Nothing back there but codes and bank notes. He's got some games back there too, some very nice anime, and some great wall scrolls. KENJI: Hey! You can take the writing, but you can't have my tapes! I worked hard to get those! UKYOU: I'll say. I'm surprised that he doesn't have an Atari or Kaleco back there. KENJI: The Atari's put up because I need a new jack for it. Now could you put my tapes back? UKYOU: Relax sugar, you'll get them back after we've punished you. COLOGNE: So have you decided what you're going to do with him son-in-law? RANMA: Well, that one is pretty much decided. HPACKRAT: Remind me never to go this deep on any of your projects again. KENJI: Hey, you think I left that story alone for a half a year because of writer's block? RANMA: Actually, that's not why I'm still deciding. Nabiki went and read out the other stuff you haven't released. I had a plan for ya figured already. After hearing all of that though, I gotta stretch that out a little. KENJI: Would it help to say I didn't want to establish myself as a Ranma fiction writer? RANMA: Nope. NABIKI: Anyway, to a more important matter. You owe me for that lemon scene buddy, and you owe me big. HPACKRAT: You can't prove a thing! I only made him keep writing. NABIKI: You basically wrote my scene for him with your ideas. KASUMI: And that little trip to the shopping district with me. AKANE: And the little antidote to his problems! SHAMPOO: So pervert girl and sisters going to beat pervert author? MOUSSE: I still say we boil them both alive. KASUMI: Too lenient. AKANE: Good thing I didn't get rid of the rest of those leftovers. COLOGNE: I always wanted a man slave. RANMA: Now for you. Bring him Mousse. KENJI: Martial arts trainning? RANMA: You could say that. Don't think that this is the end though. If I were you, I'd think about reversing some of those stories of yours. In The meantime, here's something for you to chew on. Naniichuan? UKYOU: Just instant. You're bad, but Ranchan still wouldn't put that kind of thing on anybody permanently. RANMA: At least not yet. Time for some training. VOICE FROM THE PIT: What a girl! I wish Lum were half as stacked! VOICE FROM THE PIT: No Tira and Chocolate to interfere too! KENJI: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!! UKYOU: Are you sure about this sugar? RANMA: Yeah, he'll live. Next time we just dump him in with a thong bikini. After that, a teddy will do. If that don't work, then we go to the school girl look. MOUSSE: He's lucky I got outvoted. I'd have put the other old prune in there with him. VOICE FROM THE PIT: SWEEETO! RANMA: And you thought I hated you. MOUSSE: I owe you one Saotome. How long do we leave him in there until we pull him to redress him? RANMA: A day will do. UKYOU: Come on you two. Dinner at my place, and I wanna check out this D.N.A.^2 anime he had. ***************************** Well, that's it. I think that's more than enough to atone for my sins against Ranma. Kinda makes you wonder just what else I've got in store for him, doesn't it? It doesn't? Oh well. Ranma and crew owned by Rumiko Takahashi and crew. Ataru belongs to the same people. Carrot Glace belongs to some other people. No perverts were harmed in the making of this revengefic, except the two intended. Kenji Murasaki HPACKRAT: Not the lace! Not the lace! AHHHHHHHHH!