A songfic based on Pepper by the Butthole surfers. One of my all-time favorite songs. Hope you enjoy!
Ryoga: Daisuke got with Yuka, Yuka got Sayuri. She was sharin' Yuka's outlook on the topic of STD's. Taro had a facial scar, Genma was a sexist. They were all in love with dyin' they were doin' it in Texas. Gosunkugi played with magic like a kid out in the rain, he lost his leg in Tokyo while dancin' with a train. They were all in love with dyin' they were drinkin' from a fountain; that was pourin' like an avalanche comin down the mountain.
Ranma to Akane: I don't mind T.V. sometimes, the images it shows. I can taste you on my lips an' smell you in my clothes. Cinnamon an' sugary, an' softly spoken lies. You never know just how ta look through other people's eyes.
Ryoga: Some will die in hot pursuit from heavy battle axes. Some will die in hot pursuit from the phoenix Saffron's ashes. Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain; that is pourin' like an avalanche comin down the mountain.
Ranma to Akane: I don't mind T.V. sometimes, the images it shows. I can taste you on my lips an' smell you in my clothes. Cinnamon an' sugary like softly spoken lies. You never know just how ya look in other people's eyes.
Akane to Ranma (it's Ranma's line backwards): .seye s'elpoep rehto ni kool ay woh tsuj wonk reven uoY .seil nekops yltfos ekil yragus 'na nomanniC .sehtolc ym ni uoy llems 'na spil ym no uoy etsat nac I .swohs ti segami eht ,semitemos .V.T dnim t'nod I
Ryoga: The female Kuno caught a knife while arguing in Ucchan's. Happy died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus. Then there was the ever present kendo fighter rapist. They were all in love with dyin' they were doin' it in Texas. Xian Pu caught a bullet, but it only hit her leg; well, it should have been a better shot and got her in the head. They were all in love with dyin' they were drinkin' from a fountain; that was pourin' like an avalanche, comin' down the mountain.
Ranma to Akane: I don't mind T.V. sometimes, the images it shows. I can taste you on my lips an' smell you in my clothes. Cinnamon an' sugary, like softly spoken lies. You never know just how ya look through other people's eyes.
Well, that's it! I'm working on The NEW Ranma, but it will be a while, so I thought I'd throw this out there while it was in my head. ^_^ Feel free to read and review, flames are welcome, as they amuse me.