The Liz: Well, I'm back... finally. I've been kinda lazy lately and it
doesn't help that we moved too so ya know that's how it goes. Anyway, I've
been waiting to do Shampoo for yall so let's see what happens here.
To Power: Yes, the only thing that can defeat Mousse is a vending machine, and yes that is sad. And I'm sorry that we couldn't find out how many fifty- yen pieces he has but knowing him, there is a hell of a lot.
To Yukimi: Yeah, Mousse isn't my favorite either. I was having a case of writers block for him so that might explain a bit. Sorry anyway.
To Seiat: Yep, Mousse was bit of a failure. And I'm praying that yall will like Shampoo more than Mousse.
To Magnus17: Hello yet again! I'm glad you thought Mousse was funny, although I'm hoping Shampoo will be better.
To pnkmochi: ... Damn! I never thought of a coin return button. I totally forgot about it! Thanks for the idea!
Oh yeah, just so yall know, I really don't like Shampoo. Damn inarticulate stalker girl that she is, and me being a grammar nazi, she is not my favorite character. So for all those that like Shampoo don't take this personally, I just really don't like that character.
Disclaimer: Ha, ya know I just posted this chapter when I realized, "Liz, you forgot the disclaimer." And as much as I wish Ranma ½ could be mine, it's not and even though NO ONE sides maybe me reads these things, I figured it'd only be right to put it in. So here you are.
Setting: The clouds that covered the sky were a light navy blue and threatened to burst open at any second. The weatherman had given a fifty percent chance of rain and a one hundred percent of someone being booted through the sky. This type of forecast was normal for the little suburb of Tokyo, so the citizens just shrugged and brought an umbrella to work with them.
Also the norm for the little suburb are Chinese girls with long purple hair and Sailor Moon buns to ride their old racer bikes along the rails of a fence carrying an order chilled ramen in one hand along with a small neatly wrapped lunch box.
The Chinese girl hums happily, dreaming of the moment when her beloved will take a bite of the poison #cough# lunch that she prepared especially for him. Then they would live happily ever after until her beloved's other two fiancée's found out that is.
But oh ho! This Chinese girl had a special plan just for that moment that was sure to succeed. She chuckled, knowing that today was the day when her husband-to-be would admit to her that he was hers.
She rode along the fence when she caught sight of a vending machine at the side of the road. "A drink machine!" she said happily as she abandoned her bike to it's fate and jumped down to land right in front of the machine. "Shampoo get drink for husband. Then he love even more," she said as she reached into her pocket.
Slipping a fifty-yen piece into the slot, she presses a red button, knowing that this is her husband's favorite drink, proving how much of a stalker cough how much she loves him. She waits a few moments for the machine to start up, but when nothing happens, she frowns.
"Why no drink coming?" she says aloud as she presses the button again. The word screen blinks with the words, "Sold Out."
"Drink no sold out, I see it," she says irritably. She presses the button again with more force now.
The words "I don't care, I just don't like you," blink across the word screen.
The girl stares at the screen for a moment, confusion on her face. Suddenly a battle aura surrounds the girl, flames dancing around her feet. "Drink machine no like me?" she growls under her breath.
"Yes. You use bad grammar."
"Drink machine will pay!" the Chinese girl yells. She whips out her Bonbories from god knows where and slinks in to a battle stance. "DIE!"
She launches herself at the machine and begins beating it mercilessly. Loud bangs and bonks attract a large crowd to see why the hell a Chinese delivery girl is beating a vending machine.
"Shampoo defeat drink machine!" she yells as she continues to beat it.
Little did she know that while she was beating the machine, a small boy picked up the lunch box and opened it, peering inside. Sniffing it, he made a face and stuck his tongue out. "Yuck, I hate soba noodles," he says as he dumps the contents onto the ground.
The Chinese girl stops suddenly, her husband senses tingling. "Ranma!" she yells and runs past the crowd. Not too far away, a glomp, a crash, and a cry of "SHAMPOO GET OFF ME!" was heard. The crowd stands there for a minute, looking at each other, than walks away.
The vending machine stands in the street unharmed, the words "Stalker," running across the word screen.
The Liz: HAHA! I got to insult Shampoo! Yes! Anyway, I had to finish this quickly cause their about to kick me out of the computer lab here so there ya go.
By the way, the next chapter will have to be the last chapter for my part. My writer's block has absolutely killed the story so that's that. If yall have any ideas for a Vending Machine Plot and want it on here, write it, send it to thelizpersonyahoo.com, and I'll post it under your name. Ja Nae!
Next Chapter: The Receiver Of The Soda!
To Power: Yes, the only thing that can defeat Mousse is a vending machine, and yes that is sad. And I'm sorry that we couldn't find out how many fifty- yen pieces he has but knowing him, there is a hell of a lot.
To Yukimi: Yeah, Mousse isn't my favorite either. I was having a case of writers block for him so that might explain a bit. Sorry anyway.
To Seiat: Yep, Mousse was bit of a failure. And I'm praying that yall will like Shampoo more than Mousse.
To Magnus17: Hello yet again! I'm glad you thought Mousse was funny, although I'm hoping Shampoo will be better.
To pnkmochi: ... Damn! I never thought of a coin return button. I totally forgot about it! Thanks for the idea!
Oh yeah, just so yall know, I really don't like Shampoo. Damn inarticulate stalker girl that she is, and me being a grammar nazi, she is not my favorite character. So for all those that like Shampoo don't take this personally, I just really don't like that character.
Disclaimer: Ha, ya know I just posted this chapter when I realized, "Liz, you forgot the disclaimer." And as much as I wish Ranma ½ could be mine, it's not and even though NO ONE sides maybe me reads these things, I figured it'd only be right to put it in. So here you are.
Setting: The clouds that covered the sky were a light navy blue and threatened to burst open at any second. The weatherman had given a fifty percent chance of rain and a one hundred percent of someone being booted through the sky. This type of forecast was normal for the little suburb of Tokyo, so the citizens just shrugged and brought an umbrella to work with them.
Also the norm for the little suburb are Chinese girls with long purple hair and Sailor Moon buns to ride their old racer bikes along the rails of a fence carrying an order chilled ramen in one hand along with a small neatly wrapped lunch box.
The Chinese girl hums happily, dreaming of the moment when her beloved will take a bite of the poison #cough# lunch that she prepared especially for him. Then they would live happily ever after until her beloved's other two fiancée's found out that is.
But oh ho! This Chinese girl had a special plan just for that moment that was sure to succeed. She chuckled, knowing that today was the day when her husband-to-be would admit to her that he was hers.
She rode along the fence when she caught sight of a vending machine at the side of the road. "A drink machine!" she said happily as she abandoned her bike to it's fate and jumped down to land right in front of the machine. "Shampoo get drink for husband. Then he love even more," she said as she reached into her pocket.
Slipping a fifty-yen piece into the slot, she presses a red button, knowing that this is her husband's favorite drink, proving how much of a stalker cough how much she loves him. She waits a few moments for the machine to start up, but when nothing happens, she frowns.
"Why no drink coming?" she says aloud as she presses the button again. The word screen blinks with the words, "Sold Out."
"Drink no sold out, I see it," she says irritably. She presses the button again with more force now.
The words "I don't care, I just don't like you," blink across the word screen.
The girl stares at the screen for a moment, confusion on her face. Suddenly a battle aura surrounds the girl, flames dancing around her feet. "Drink machine no like me?" she growls under her breath.
"Yes. You use bad grammar."
"Drink machine will pay!" the Chinese girl yells. She whips out her Bonbories from god knows where and slinks in to a battle stance. "DIE!"
She launches herself at the machine and begins beating it mercilessly. Loud bangs and bonks attract a large crowd to see why the hell a Chinese delivery girl is beating a vending machine.
"Shampoo defeat drink machine!" she yells as she continues to beat it.
Little did she know that while she was beating the machine, a small boy picked up the lunch box and opened it, peering inside. Sniffing it, he made a face and stuck his tongue out. "Yuck, I hate soba noodles," he says as he dumps the contents onto the ground.
The Chinese girl stops suddenly, her husband senses tingling. "Ranma!" she yells and runs past the crowd. Not too far away, a glomp, a crash, and a cry of "SHAMPOO GET OFF ME!" was heard. The crowd stands there for a minute, looking at each other, than walks away.
The vending machine stands in the street unharmed, the words "Stalker," running across the word screen.
The Liz: HAHA! I got to insult Shampoo! Yes! Anyway, I had to finish this quickly cause their about to kick me out of the computer lab here so there ya go.
By the way, the next chapter will have to be the last chapter for my part. My writer's block has absolutely killed the story so that's that. If yall have any ideas for a Vending Machine Plot and want it on here, write it, send it to thelizpersonyahoo.com, and I'll post it under your name. Ja Nae!
Next Chapter: The Receiver Of The Soda!