"New" and terrible idea time.
I'll leave you with this nonsense:
Ranma Saotome was not happy about the havoc Pantyhose Taro was causing as he chased the troublesome Happousai around the Tendo home. It wasnÆt that he thought that the old man was being victimised by the angry Chinese youth, nor was it that he considered Happousai to be the one instigating things.
It was the fact that they were running around, making lots of noise and making a mess.
Casually, Ranma stuck out a leg and tripped up the diminutive pervert, allowing Pantyhose Taro to catch up.
ôThanks, Fem-boy,ö Taro said as he opened up the barrel of Jusenkyo water he was carrying. ôThis should make him do the right thing.ö
Happousai didnÆt like the idea of being cursed to become a ævirtuous manÆ. It would cramp his fun-loving style. Speaking of fun, he wanted to get up close and personal with RanmaÆs lovely breasts.
The old man lashed out and knocked the wooden vessel out of TaroÆs hands, hoping to avoid getting any on him.
Unfortunately, Ranma, as seemed to be the story of his time in Nerima, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The water had landed on Ranma; or rather, it had landed on his crotch.
ôStupid jerks,ö he muttered angrily, bracing himself for the inevitable molestation.
ôMy cunning planàö Taro trailed off as the last of the cursed water drained away.
ôHa-ha,ö Happousai gloated. ôNow, Ranma-chan, where are those lovely fun-bags of yours?ö
The pigtailed youth looked down and saw that he was still a man. ôWhat theà Wait, am I cured?ö
ôWhat? No! I need those comforting chesticles!ö the perverted old man complained. ôWho are you to take away my pleasures in life?ö
ôShut up, you old goat,ö Ranma said, grinding his fist into the top of the old manÆs head. ôLooks like IÆm cured, thanks, Taro. DonÆt let the door hit you on the way out.ö
ôButàö the Chinese martial artist was desolated by the turn of events.
It wasnÆt easy getting a proper answer out of the Jusenkyo Guide as to which spring he wanted, not to mention the journey from China to Japan.
And now it seemed that it was all for nought.
At least he could work out some stress by trying to persuade Happousai to change his name the old fashioned, physical way.
ôOutside, now.ö
ôWhat? Help me Ranma! You canÆt abandon your master like this!ö the shrivelled pervert whined.
ôSmell you later, old man,ö the pigtailed Saotome said dismissively as he left to change out of his wet clothes.
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I'm sure that some of you might have gotten an idea where this might be going. I'm pondering various ideas for it myself.
I'll leave you with this nonsense:
Ranma Saotome was not happy about the havoc Pantyhose Taro was causing as he chased the troublesome Happousai around the Tendo home. It wasnÆt that he thought that the old man was being victimised by the angry Chinese youth, nor was it that he considered Happousai to be the one instigating things.
It was the fact that they were running around, making lots of noise and making a mess.
Casually, Ranma stuck out a leg and tripped up the diminutive pervert, allowing Pantyhose Taro to catch up.
ôThanks, Fem-boy,ö Taro said as he opened up the barrel of Jusenkyo water he was carrying. ôThis should make him do the right thing.ö
Happousai didnÆt like the idea of being cursed to become a ævirtuous manÆ. It would cramp his fun-loving style. Speaking of fun, he wanted to get up close and personal with RanmaÆs lovely breasts.
The old man lashed out and knocked the wooden vessel out of TaroÆs hands, hoping to avoid getting any on him.
Unfortunately, Ranma, as seemed to be the story of his time in Nerima, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The water had landed on Ranma; or rather, it had landed on his crotch.
ôStupid jerks,ö he muttered angrily, bracing himself for the inevitable molestation.
ôMy cunning planàö Taro trailed off as the last of the cursed water drained away.
ôHa-ha,ö Happousai gloated. ôNow, Ranma-chan, where are those lovely fun-bags of yours?ö
The pigtailed youth looked down and saw that he was still a man. ôWhat theà Wait, am I cured?ö
ôWhat? No! I need those comforting chesticles!ö the perverted old man complained. ôWho are you to take away my pleasures in life?ö
ôShut up, you old goat,ö Ranma said, grinding his fist into the top of the old manÆs head. ôLooks like IÆm cured, thanks, Taro. DonÆt let the door hit you on the way out.ö
ôButàö the Chinese martial artist was desolated by the turn of events.
It wasnÆt easy getting a proper answer out of the Jusenkyo Guide as to which spring he wanted, not to mention the journey from China to Japan.
And now it seemed that it was all for nought.
At least he could work out some stress by trying to persuade Happousai to change his name the old fashioned, physical way.
ôOutside, now.ö
ôWhat? Help me Ranma! You canÆt abandon your master like this!ö the shrivelled pervert whined.
ôSmell you later, old man,ö the pigtailed Saotome said dismissively as he left to change out of his wet clothes.
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I'm sure that some of you might have gotten an idea where this might be going. I'm pondering various ideas for it myself.