"......." said the author as he read the last chapter. "......." said the author again. "......." repeated the author once more. "......." stated once again the author. "Ieth can'teth believeeth thateth theyeth closedeth offeth alleth thoseeth happyeth happyeth funeth funeth ploteth lineseth." didsteth uttereth thyeth currenteth authoreth. eth. eth. eth. ETH! "Ah, there we go." decreed the weird author that the readers were once again stuck with. The author began giggling, then chuckling, then chortling, then laughing, then guffawing, then wheezing as he ran low on air, then maniacally and forcefully laughing loudly. "Wait'll they get a load of Strap On... er, no, I'm not paying to ship any of you perverts a load of any sex toys of any kind. What I MEANT to say was *Wait'll they get a load of me*..." he stated, blushing as some people kept e-mailing him about when they should expect their load of sex toys. "Sir? We're all set for the first scene." said a stage lackey. The author turned his director chair around, (which actually meant he grabbed the arms of the chair and bounced frantically trying to turn the chair counter-clockwise only to somehow turn clockwise, but he didn't really care so long as he turned around and it should be noted that he fell out of the chair three times, but didn't bother to just turn his chair because that would've diminished the dramatic necessity, despite the fact that flailing around like a psychopath with his butt glued to a chair looked even stupider and ruined the dramatic flow even moreso.) and faced the lackey. "Excellent, all is going according to plan.... but find me a director's chair that can spin like an office chair and I'll give you a thousand dollars from the budget." the author decreed. "RIGHT!" the lackey said, running off. It took the lackey an entire week after the chapter had been filmed and sent off to Myth-sama to realize that the story didn't HAVE a budget. But by then, the author and his new spinning director's chair were long gone. Yes, the author is a stupid jerk. Live with it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE MISADVENTURES OF NUT-PUNCH KAMEN! Created by Myth This Part by A-kun Episode 6: Who Said "Nick-Nack, Paddy-Whack, Find A Senshi To Bone?" or The Chapter That Had The Really Long And Weird And Inane Title That Had Absolutely Positively Nothing To Do With The Rest Of The Chapter Whatsoever. WAI! LONGEST TITLE EVER! WHOO HOO HOO HOO! Now To Buy Me A Tall Cold Chocolate Malt For One Hundred And Ninety Nine Dollars And Eighty-Five Cents, Then Drink It Too Fast And Get An Ice Cream Headache! BWA HA HA HA! Wait A Minute... Or Fun With Words That Start With Capitals! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The City of Mega-Hamletopolis..... is under attack by a giant monster!! Where are the Jigglyboom Girls when you need-oh, wait, this story doesn't include them and besides, they're at a KISS concert. And also, there wasn't a giant monster attacking the city. It was just a frat convention. Wait! That's even worse! :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Mega-Hamletopolis was considered a place better left ignored by much of the universe, this is where Senshi, Dark Queens, detectives, superheroes, and even the occasional author goes when they've got nowhere else to go. Mostly because everyone else takes a look at them and says, "Uh, that's nice, but I hear Mega-Hamletopolis is the place someone of YOUR stature should go. It's the 'In' place for a hep cat like you." So, many people were often tricked into going to Mega-Hamletopolis. Most of the actual citizens of the town are pretty much professional extras. They'll take your money, walk in parks, fill the extra tables in resturaunts and cafes, and even walk the crowded streets. But, at the first sign of danger, they know to get the hell out of town. Like rats know when to abandon ships. It's in their very nature. It wasn't too surprising that since this was explored, there would need to be an exception. Well, you silly fools should know that this author isn't the sort to just fall into a stupid pattern like that. So his name was Jim. He was considered a freak because, unlike other Gen-Xers, he loved Anime and Manga and paid exorbitant prices to have it delivered to him. He took one look at the other Gen-Xers and told them that THEY were the freaks. But, if they had heard that, they would've said he was the freak. No way, they were the freaks. But they would say that he was the freak. No, they were the freaks. "With all this anime at my disposal, I will become... The Brazilian Bisexu- (oh, wait, sorry. Let's try that again.) I will become... the OTAKING!" Jim declared. But, he's of no relevance whatsoever to the story, so we'll forget Jim and his Otaking quest, which would later lead to the founding of Otakuland. And anyway, that's for another Impro. One that the Author won't sign up for because he likes Myth-sama better. BEEEDAH! :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] There was a smear on the ground. It's name used to be Ozwipey. That smear made the author think of ordering a pepperoni pizza. But, he thought better of it and decided to have extra cheese and some canadian bacon put on it as well. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] "Hmmm... aw, it's past the five second rule anyway and I don't know where that water came from." the unnamed Senshi said, dumping Candy-chan2 into a nearby trashcan. She walked outside and looked at the bachelor vending machine. It now had two fellow vending machines next to it. One had Pop Rocks soda. The other... well, the unnamed Senshi decided to investigate. "Con-dom? Who would want a Con-dom? It sounds silly. And what in the world is 'lub-ri-cant'? Vibrator? Dragon Feet? Double 'A's? 9-Volt Battery? Acro-Circus? Anal beads? Vitamin Drink Set? Merv Burger? What _is_ all this crap? Aw well, time to get some more candy." the unnamed Senshi said, turning back to the original vending machine. She wound up and kicked it as hard as she could. The plastic cracked, then shattered, allowing the unnamed senshi to pick and choose. "Stupid vending machines'll learn their place..." the unnamed Senshi said, smacking the soda machine. And lo, one of the biggest threats to the planet was currently chowing down on junk food and soda. "*BUURRRRPPP!*" came a rumbling belch. "Yikes! Someone _hide_ the buffet table!" the author hissed to the stage crew. Suddenly, something fell from the sky. IT WAS A RAZOR SHARP TAMPON! Luckily, it missed her entirely. What? You thought it was a joke? Hey, Douche Bag Kamen just exploded. In potentially more than one way! :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] He'd seen many, many, _many_ terrible things in his life. The Sucker was one of them. The new Pudding Factory CEO sighed and wondered what he could do to stop the suicides. What could stop the madness that a life of nothing but pudding created? And how many naked chicks would he do before the night was up? "THAT'S IT!" the new CEO of the Pudding Factory cried. And that was how Mega-Hamletopolis wound up with the PWF (Pudding Wrestling Federation). The PWF managed to surpass the WWF in popularity rather quickly and even went on to absorb the WWF into it, allowing fans of WWF wrestlers to see their favorites wrestlers the way they were meant to be. But, like the whole thing with Jim, this had no place here, but it was convenient filler while the author tried to drum up some more ideas. And besides, it's as much as the author could come up with after banging his head against a wall for two hours, screaming at the top of his lungs the following phrase: "THINK! MYTH-SAMA NEEDS ANOTHER CHAPTER! THINK! THINK! Ouchies, I think I broke something... THINK! Oooohwww..." *THUD* :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Mary's behavior was growing more and more strange. Halls wrappers littered their trail for no good reason. So long as she didn't violate their codes, there wasn't any REAL danger of her trying to overwhelm the rest of the team, but the Brigade was facing a serious crisis. And Mary's power had been the Brigade's strongest point, followed by their need to accessorize on the go. "Okay, so Ann's unconscious; her Instant Transporto Zappo Thingie is now on the fritz; Mary's nuts; Lorie hasn't been able to shake off the effect of those lesbian vampires; and now you refuse to exit the refridgerator." Dana declared. "But, it's summer and all this concrete is making me hooooot..." Leslie whined, tugging at her outfit, which had miraculously become skin tight. Leslie didn't remember when it had done that, but she was stuck with it until Ann could use her 'Politically Correct Uniform' attack on it. "Oh, Dana, you're so smart, it really turns me on." Lorie moaned. Dana sighed. If only she had the power to perform the Censor Bar of Ultimate Doom. She and Leslie had the most pathetic attacks of the Anti-Fanservice Brigade. Well, actually, Leslie had the most pathetic attack. Dana had the third most pathetic attack. And Lorie had somehow developed a new attack based on scissors and cloth. Unfortunately, it wasn't just trimming the edges of her skirt anymore (as Dana found herself minus her skirt altogether). And it didn't help that only Lorie had the attacks to repair clothes. Or that she was slobbering all over Dana's thigh. "...... maybe if we sent her to that clinic with the bishounen...." Dana wondered. "Actually, I heard on the radio that everyone in that clinic is now a vampire." Leslie answered, motioning to the radio that she had in the refridgerator with her. Dana managed to refrain from facefaulting (as the last time she did, Lorie had... well, Dana tried to focus away from that aspect. And lo, the author did get bapped mightily.), but did sweatdrop mightily. "How can that radio still work in here?" Dana asked. Leslie shrugged. "In any case, let's get going. We've got to make the city safe for the Amish." Dana said. "Dana, we do this for the sake of humankind, not for the Amish." Leslie answered, finally coming out of the refridgerator. Everyone paused briefly, trying to figure out if the refridgerator was close enough to the closet to make a joke about it, then decided to continue the scene. "How is preventing fanservice 'for the sake of humankind'?" Dana inquired. Leslie decided to dodge the question. "Are you sure that this is safe? Especially with the other three out of action?" Leslie asked. "I'm not out of action!" Lorie protested. One mallet to the head later, Dana turned to reply to Leslie, "It's safer than staying here." "Hey, look at me! I'm a Playboy Model!" Mary cried, walking around butt-naked. "........." Dana stated. "Let's roll." Leslie answered. "And hope that Ann can clear this up when she regains consciousness." Dana tacted on. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] "Oh my gawd! You poor man! MEDIC!" called a woman. A man raced up. "I know first ai-HOLY @%@#$%!$^%@$#^! That guy's street paste!" the man stated. "I know that, but let's at least TRY to save him!" the woman shot back. Shrugging, he and the woman spatula'ed the smear known as Ozwipey into a Glad-Lock Body Bag (Yellow and Blue make Green) and dragged him to a nearby clinic. Inside was a vampire bishounen desk clerk. "Can you help him?" the woman asked. "He's street pizza, ma'am." the vampire bishounen responded. "That's what I tried to tell her." the man joined in. "I know he's DEAD, you fools, I want you to repair his FACE. A bishounen should never be buried looking uglier than him." the woman said, motioning towards the man. >:( went the man. The woman ignored him. "Well, I suppose we MIGHT be able to recover most of the face..." the vampire bishounen responded, recalling the Sacred Code of Bishounen. (Sacred Code of the Bishounen: When any bishounen is killed, all other nearby bishounen must make an effort to make the dead bishounen as presentable as possible for his funeral. In the case of utter annihilation or the bishounen is completely unrecoverable, a nice picture (not specifically of the bishounen in question) is placed in a mini-casket.) :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] "So, what is it?" General Tightpants asked. "........ How the hell should I know? I just said it was of interest." the unnamed General answered. Dark Queen Blue Balls and General Tightpants facefaulted in separate directions, then recovered. The unnamed General's attention had been on the container, so he didn't explode from seeing Dark Queen Blue Balls facefault. "What I _think_ it is is a Neurotomic Protocore. But, without a six billion dollar grant and access to an excellent lab, I could never put it to good use. On the other hand, I _do_ have an idea for an attack. I'll need to look at the armory, though. I'm confident, however, that I can at least take out one of our foes. And for a series like this, that would be devastating." NoName the General declared. "Very well, but now that I think about it, you should have a name. No villian can succeed if they have no name...." Dark Queen Blue Balls declared. General Tightpants sighed. This was how many of the Generals got their names. Only Third-Leg had chosen his own. Thus adding to how much Third-Leg was an idiot. "I dubb you General FineAss!" Dark Queen Blue Balls decreed. The formerly unnamed General facefaulted. General FineAss recovered and decided to just continue with his plan. Unknown to him, the Neurotomic Protocore was making him smarter and smarter. Within a month, he'd be the resident genius. If he survived that long. After all, the good guys DID know where to go... :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] "Stranger news: a local clinic was violently transformed into a den of vampires today. Even stranger, is the fact that no one who has gone there since the incident has been killed, drained of blood or turned into a vampire. It seems that this den of vampires is focused of wild passionate sex, so if you _do_ go there, prepare to get laid." the news anchor decreed. In seconds, the TV station was empty. So, naturally, no one caught the news anchor's expression of: >_< "RESPECT MY AUTHORITAHY!" the news anchor roared, unknowingly imitating that annoying fat kid on South Park. (The Author would like to say that just saying 'that annoying kid on South Park' is too generalized and apologizes to anyone who was insulted by the reference to South Park). General Neck Fetish managed to beat out everyone in the race to get to the clinic. General Do-Anything was a close second in line, thought. "OHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOY!" Neck Fetish tittered. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] "Naoko? Are you awake?" Shinji asked. Princess Titty-Twister blinked. Shinji? Calling her Naoko instead of Princess Titty-Twister? Maybe all the beatings and violent sexually-oriented attacks actually got through. "Ah, there you are, Princess Titty-Twister." Shinji said jovially as he caught sight of her. Or maybe not. "SUBZERO BLOWJOB!" Naoko cried. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEERRRKRK!" Shinji screamed. "There. Now, what do you want?" Naoko demanded. Shinji was still recovering from the subzero attack. Naoko waited patiently for two minutes while Shinji recovered. "An-NEE way..." Shinji squeaked, "The Viagra Slave finally wore off of Douche Bag Kamen, so I think the Booty Crew might be after us again. I thought you should know." "Oh, I think I can handle their attacks." Naoko responded. "I was referring to them wanting you to use the Viagra Slave again. They loved what it did last time." Shinji answered. "Oh, right." Naoko responded, her eyes locking on Shinji's face. He was cute when he wasn't call her Princess Titty-Twister. They stood like that, staring into each other's eyes, a blush growing on both of their faces as they unconsciously drew closer and closer. They tilted their heads slightly and were about to kiss when a noise was heard. It was a very distracting and mood-ruining sound. "HMMP! HMPP! HMPPP! HURGH! HMMMP! HURGH!" "Huh?" both Princess Titty-Twister and Nut Punch Kamen turned to see Pretty Captain Cotton-Shot struggling not to puke from the sweet cavity-inducing scene. Even the author was growing queasy. "Let's !*$@#%*!#$%*@$# go..." Himitsu weakly coughed out. "Right, PANTYVERSE AWAY!" Naoko cried. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Leslie and Dana turned to see a grisly scene of the Booty Crew cannibalizing the remains of their kamen. It was horrible. It was disgusting. And it was not supposed to be there. So, the scene was redone. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Leslie and Dana turned to see a disgusting scene of the Booty Crew and their Kamen covered in a white filmy substance. Not that the Booty Crew seemed to care. They played in the strange fluid as children would with pool water. However, it took less than six seconds to figure out what the substance was. "Eewww...." Dana noted. "Hey, doesn't one of your attacks deal with hentai stuff like this?" Leslie asked. ".... Yeah, but it's so embarrassing to say." Dana answered. "So what? It's our duty to try and keep this fanfic clean, even if all the perverts and the author resents it." Leslie responded. "Okay, here's goes... CLEAN UP ON AISLE SEX!" Dana shouted. Suddenly, the Booty Crew found the white substance they had been playing with was now gone. Five sets of eyes instantly locked on Leslie and Dana. Think Episode 23 of Evangelion. With all those Reis. Yeah. "Oh..." Dana began. "...my." Leslie concluded. "Holy..." Dana started. "...@#$%$%@&!" Leslie finished. Dana would've scolded her partner harshly for using such iconographs, but she let it slip on account that they were now faced with the Booty Crew, the arch-rivals of the Anti-Fanservice Brigade. The two teams had gone at it ('it' not being a clever of mentioning 'sex'. So, no, it wasn't clever innuendo) numerous times, and the Anti-Fanservice Brigade had won every time, but that had been when the AFB team was at full power and full numbers. It was a small consolation that Douche Bag Kamen was currently down for the count. (Now, THAT was innuendo) "Leslie, don't you have something you can use?" Dana asked desperately. "Yes, but it was from my days before I was a AFB member." Leslie warned. Dana nearly unlocked her bladder from sheer shock and nervousness. Leslie had been Sailor PornVideo before Mary had managed to change her ways. Unlocking those powers could spell the end for Leslie the AFB member and could revive Leslie, Sailor PornVideo. Then, she saw the Booty Crew, eyes flaring from the [NOOKIE] and [FUN] that Leslie and Dana had interupted. Not to mention the fact that it was the, ahem, fluid that had been charging the Booty Crew, making them more than a match for most of the AFB. "It's that or become lost forever in a downward spiral of sex games." Dana responded. Leslie sighed, then called out, "CUT! Edit this scene." And low, the scene ended, saving the two wayward members of the AFB. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Himitsu, Naoko and Shinji looked down on where there SHOULD have been the Booty Crew and two members of the AFB. "@%@#$@#$%%^@$^%@#$%#$! I was @#$@#$ looking forward to some @#$@#!%#%@#$@#$ butt-kicking. !@#$@#%!@#$%@%^@#$%#^@#%@$^$%&%^&*@#[;;;^_^;;;]%@%$$#%@$^@#$#%&@#$%." Himitsu muttered, swearing less than she normally did. Suddenly, the rumble of motors was heard. Matching the rumble of motors, decibel for decibel were drunken hollers. "MAH GAWD, HIMITSU!" Naoko cried as numerous cars filled with drunken Pi Pi Pi, Theta Theta Theta and Alpha Omega Supreme frat members rolled down the streets of fair Mega-Hamletopolis. "It's a @#$%@#$@^#^$@&@$%^$% Frat Convention! @%^#$^!@^$#@% SWEET! We get to @%%^%#$%!#$[;^_^;]&$%@&@ kick @%@#$$%!@#$^@!#$%^@#$!" Himitsu cried in delight. "EAAAAAh, Jimby, aaaiih thik yuuu aaawwwww-ta fid thus... *HIC* netpunch.camen an-" a frat boy called loudly before he fell out of the car he was riding in. Which was amazing since he had been seatbelted firmly into the middle of the backseat of a Buick Roadmaster and had been flanked by four larger guys who should've blocked him with their flailing and drunken limbs. "What filth! In the name of the Great Nut-Punch, I shall destroy their ability to reproduce!" Shinji decreed. "Yeah, but let's wait until they've all arrived. There may be more than we can handle and even if they are drunk, there's a chance we could be overwhelmed. And frankly, I don't want to wake up in bed with three guys with that bad morning breath that could kill people that have no sense of smell." Naoko warned. "!#$!$^@#$#$^@$^@#$%@$&#%^&#, Naoko, I'm gonna have @!#%@$^#@$^#&@#$% nightmares for %^@^@$%@#%&%#@$%$% months! And how the !@%@#%^#&@#^#%^@#$%&#@$% would you know what the @%@#%$^@$% goes on?" Himitsu asked. "Remember Sandy Peterson?" Naoko inquired. "@$%&^@$& yeah, can't @^$%&#$^@^@ forget her." Himitsu responded. "That's what happened to her mom." Naoko informed her. "^%@^%&@$&&%$&@$^%$&@$^*&%&! No @^#$%!#^!$ wonder she was so $^@$#^@^&@&*@* messed up. That #$^#$%^@#%$ freak!" Himitsu asked. "Hey, I dated her two years ago, just before she vanished in that last barn dance. She was very nice. She just had an uncontrollable urge to go to drunken barn dances." Shinji defended. "And we aren't exactly pinnacles of sanity either, Himitsu. I mean, 'Captain Cotton-Shot'? 'Princess Titty-Twister'? 'Nut-Punch Kamen'? Plus the fact that we don't even know what country we live in. Not exactly something that brings the word 'sanity' to mind." Naoko responded, giving away far too much about this impro and it's nature. "@#$^@$%^$%." Himitsu growled. "In any case, Sandy owed it all to her mother that, save for that one horrible habit, she was perfectly normal." Naoko replied. "Can we @#$@#$@#$% focus on the @$%@#^@$#$@ drunks?" Himitsu asked, not liking the verbal beating she was taking. "Sure. Oh, that one's peeing." Naoko said, pointing out the drunk. "@#%@#$@#$. I needed to see that." Himitsu shot back. "AAAAAAAAAH!" Shinji cried. "What is it?" Naoko asked. "They've got poor Sandy!" Shinji declared, pointing out the girl. It was amazing what had happened in the two years. Shinji's little soldier stood at full attention as Sandy Peterson stepped out of a heavily rusted 2001 Dodge Viper. How a 2001 Dodge Viper could rust was ignorable. (I mean for christmas sake, there's not a single ounce of metal in the frackin thing! -ed. or better known as the Brazilian TharzZzDunNual) The focus was on Sandy, who _had_ been a rather frail and scrawny girl with 'limp as a boiled noodle' black hair, and wore glasses. She still wore glasses and had black hair, but her hair was more vibrant and she was definitely not frail or scrawny as Shinji's eyes languidly followed her supple curves from her dark pouting lips to her bosom which slowly heaved as she, ah sorry, sorry, I was just reading a lem- NOVEL yeah, that's the ticket! At first, Himitsu and Naoko would have just given Shinji a few hits to shut him up, but there was something about the girl that screamed "I am Sandy Peterson, the one you knew two years ago". That something was her mouth. "I AM SANDY PETERSON! THE ONE YOU KNEW TWO YEARS AGO!" Sandy yelled over the rumble of the crowd at someone that Shinji recognized from school. No one knew who that someone was, but it was the someone who walked up to you and asked you your name, then vanished forever. In any case, Sandy didn't look drunk and certainly didn't look like she was having a good time. Kind of like a guy who had been dragged along to a party to get 'hooked up with a girl' when 95% of all of the girls were already 'hooked up' or 'not interested'. And the ones that might have been 'interested' were either passed out or had gone home. Yeah, like that. "We've got to save her!" Shinji decreed. "Why?" Naoko asked. "'Cause she's your @#%@^@#%@#$#% girlfriend?" Himitsu asked. "No, because _she's_ a Senshi." Shinji responded. "Huh?" Naoko asked. "Lacking a mysterious elderly man or a magical advisor, I'm the default sensor for new Senshi." Shinji explained. "Is it too early to have another Senshi? I mean, the author did give Shinji the Hyper-Nut Punch and the Nut Hail too early." Naoko asked. "!@#$@$@#%%. I don't @#$@#%$@#$ know. Besides, the @!#$@#$@% author didn't @#$@#$$@#$ want to write a @#$@@%^!@%@#$ elaborate battle, @#$@@^@#$@#$. 'sides, he knew the @#$@^@#%@$ techniques would @#%!@#$!^#$@#$ vanish or something. But, it is the @%@#&#@$^#@$% sixth chapter." Himitsu answered. "Well, let's try. Besides, it's not like we're getting a power up." Naoko said. "And maybe I'm wrong about her being a Senshi. In any case, I don't want to see these punks eating at MY favorite resturaunt!" Shinji growled, the urge to [NUT-PUNCH] rising! "Well, I guess with the Booty Crew and the AFB pretty much done for today, we've got nothing else to do." Naoko responded. ".....^^##$@%^*." Himitsu shot back. "Touche." Naoko answered. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Leslie sighed in relief. She wasn't feeling any different. "Well, I guess no adverse effects. Dana? Dana? Why are you raising that mallet? Dana? Um, oh, how did I get attached your chest? Ahahahaha-" Leslie began. *WHAM**WHAM**WHAM* "That's it, I'm waiting until Ann can fix this mess." Dana growled, dragging her semi-conscious 'partner-in-crime' back to the AFB headquarters. AKA. Ann and Mary's apartment. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Shinji, Himitsu and Naoko waded through drunken Frat members, trying to find the girl who may or may not be a Senshi. The trio didn't know how, but the frat members had managed to take over an entire block of houses. And since they hadn't seen which house Sandy had gone in, they raced back and forth, calling out and hoping Sandy heard them. "Sandy! Sandy! Are you in there?!" Shinji called out. Nothing but the usual rambling. "Sandy! Sandy! Are you in there?!" Shinji called out. Sandy did hear them this time. She figured anyone who could remember her name was definitely not a frat boy or a dork like that jock she met earlier. "Shinji? Yeah, but I can't get out!" came Sandy's frantic reply. Shinji looked at the wall of humans and decided the direct approach would be necessary. "NUT PUNCH!" Shinji called out. Nut Punch Kamen Nut-Punched a Number of Nuts. It took a while, but eventually, the pain reached the brains of the drunks and they collapsed, foamy goldfish and edible underwear pouring from their mouths and dishwater spilling onto the lawn. It wasn't long before they found Sandy, who had retreated into a closet to get away from the men of the party. And no, it wasn't metaphoric. No, metaphoric isn't anything kinky, so stop asking or I'll Nut-Punch you through the monitor! "Sandy? You okay?" Shinji asked through the door. "Shinji, it IS you. Yeah, I'm fine, I just wish I knew what drew me to these parties. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't even like anyone here. By the way, Shinji, what are you doing at this barn dance?" Sandy inquired, through the door. "Uh, we're not at a barn dance. This is someone's house." Shinji responded. "........ So where have you been? I was looking for you all night." Sandy answered. "You mean to tell me that you don't remember being gone for two years?" Shinji inquired. ".......... two years?" Sandy asked. "Will you come out so we can test if you're a Senshi or not?" Shinji asked. "A WHAT?!" Sandy asked. Behind them, Frat members were engaging in the game Marco Polo using skunks instead of words. "Um, they're playing Marco Polo with skunks." Naoko noted. Sandy kicked down the door, stared the trio in the eyes and pleaded, "I don't care what you do, just get me the hell out of here." "Done and @!%@$#^@^@#$%@#$&#$%@#$^#@#%&#$%@$%$@^@$%@#$&@$#%@#^@!#$%@#%&^@$%@%@$%@#%@^@#$% done." Himitsu stated, grinning ferally. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Elsewhere, Magical Knight Nympho was walking home. She was tired, battered and had been beaten by a weak little AFB member. It was humiliating. "I wish.... I wish... I wish I could get laid again...." MKN moaned. She looked hopefully at the deserted alleys as she passed. Surely, a tore outfit like hers would attract attention. And it would. If everyone on the path she was taking to get home didn't know her or what she did for a living, that is. As a result, not even sex fiends would look in her general direction and gangs of punks ran for it when they sensed the aura of horniness that she was emitting. Magical Knight Nympho sighed and walked in her house. Detransforming, she grew taller and older until she looked around twenty-five to thirty years old. Her hair was loose from it's usual style, but that was because her transformation magic was the lazy sort. Sighing again, she headed for her bedroom, "I hope Ranma and Genma come home soon..." However, just before she went to bed, she knew she heard someone yell, "PANTYDOKEN! LEMON SQUIRTLE! VOLUPTUOUS BOUNCE OF NEXT TUESDAY!" She shook her head and decided to go to sleep. There was no way Captain Cotton-Shot was in THIS section of the city. She was in a deep sleep before the shockwave hit her house. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Shinji stared at the crater. Naoko stared at the crater. Sandy stared at the crater. Himitsu picked her nose, then flicked it at a stop sign. "I think that blast was strong enough to wake the dead." Sandy declared. "Let's %#%@#@#%@%^$%@#%@#% go." Himitsu said. The group slowly wandered away from the crater that used to be a neighborhood. A frat boy lifted his head out of the dirt. He struggled to his feet, looked down at his glowing crotch and stated, "I hope this is just radium. And this doesn't look like the YMCA...." :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Somewhere, deep in the crater, the frat boys began to awaken. But, this wasn't a good thing, since Cotton-Shot's attack killed roughly 98% of them. "Paaaaaannnntttttyyyy.... doooooookkeeeennnnn......" they moaned, heading for the surface. One person, a non-zombie, wobbled to his feet and looked around. "Since when did the 4H building turn into a crater filled with mindless ravenous zombie frat boys? Hmmm, I hope this isn't going to be like Resident Evil." the non-zombie, non-frat boy murmurred. Then, something came to him, "What year is it? And what's Resident Evil? And since when was I old enough to carry a wallet or drive? Or buy anything from Nike? I wonder if Ronald Reagen is still President..." The non-zombie wobbled off, trying to figure out where he was and what he should do. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] All around City Hall, zombies lunged out of the ground. The ground happened to be in a garden. The gardener saw them and yelled, "AAAAAAAAAAACCCH! ZOMBIES!" The Zombies left without even glancing at the gardener. He looked at the garden and smoothed over the soil with a rake. Finally, he declared, "There, pretty as a picture." :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] Nut Punch Kamen turned to see a horde of zombie-frat boys. Cotton-Shot, Sandy and Princess Titty-Twister turned after a few more steps for some obscure reason. (They missed their cue. - author/director/jerk) "Naoko, can't you do anything?" Sandy asked, having been told off-screen that the trio were some kind of super-hero/heroine group. "Um, nothing I wanna do to THESE guys." Naoko responded. "Cotton Shot?" Sandy inquired. "I could ^#$%^@#%@#$ try a-whooo-uuhhhh..." Cotton-Shot said, passing out. "I guess she forgot to recharge." Naoko noted, checking on the fallen girl. "So, it falls to me. I'LL DESTROY THEIR ABILITY TO REPRODUCE!" Nut-Punch Kamen cried. The frat boy-zombies heard this and crossed their legs, causing them all to fall over. Deciding that getting back up would be a STUPID thing, the zombie frat boys decided to just give up the ghost. And thus, there was another enormous mess. "And the point of that was....?" Sandy asked. Shinji and Naoko shrugged. "In any case, we can't go back to our headquarters until Himitsu wakes up." Naoko said. "Unless Sandy IS a Senshi." Shinji shot back. "But we can't test her until we get back to headquarters." Naoko countered. "@#%@^%@#$@#%@^@#$%@%@#$%@#%@#%. Let's stop @!#%@#$@!#%!!#$ around here and @#%@#$%@#$@^% go home." Himitsu answered. "Himitsu, you're awake!" Naoko cried happily, hugging her co-Senshi. "Yeah, let's just @#%@#%@#$ go. I'm really !&!%^$!@%^@$&@&@%^@$^ exhuasted and I gotta take a !@#$!@#%@$%@%#$ wizz." Himitsu responded. "Right, Sandy, hold Shinji's hand and... TO THE PANTYVERSE!" Naoko cried. "TO THE WHAT?!" Sandy demanded. Before she could say anything else, they were gone. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] General FineAss looked at the enormous cannon. It could work, but the problem was that it required a large charge time. And Nut Punch Kamen wouldn't just stand still. So, obviously, the cannon wouldn't work. The Hostess Fruit Pies? No. The surly midget with the helicopter attack? No. A gang of punks who perform drive-bys using baseballs instead of guns? No. Mr. T? FineAss looked at the muscle-bound hero and shook his head. After getting an autograph, FineAss continued looking for a weapon suitable to handle Nut Punch Kamen and crew. "What's over here?" FineAss asked himself, glancing at a small section that went almost unnoticed. Robots that look like stupid robo-dogs only minus any arms? No. The Technodrome? Definitely no. Bebop and Rocksteady? No. FineAss left the area where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' Enemies were kept and headed for a section that was more useful. Then, he found a strange suit. It was purple and gave the wearer augmented strength and speed. It was flight capable and had arm-mounted missiles. Sighing, he walked past the Akagiyama Suit 23 and searched for another device. Then, he found a container, much like the one he had shown to Dark Queen Blue Balls. Smacking himself, he realized that THIS was the container he had wanted to show the Dark Queen. Before the scene ended, he hurried to the Dark Queen to find General Tightpants unconscious with an enormous amount of blood all over his face. The Dark Queen seemed to be cleaning off her fist. General FineAss decided not to ask. "My Queen, I've got just the thing to defeat Nut Punch Kamen! Or at least give us some petty revenge." General FineAss reported. "All right, what is it?" Dark Queen Blue Balls inquried. General FineAss lifted up the contained and declared, "Behold, the PANTYHOLE BOMB!" "Pantyhole Bomb?" Dark Queen Blue Balls asked, gazing at FineAss questionably. "It will make no less than seven hundred half-inch holes in all cotton or silk panties in a eight thousand mile radius! And Nut Punch Kamen's assistants are senshi, so they will be affected too! Then, we use the Dynamic Intensive Carving Kewl Headnostic Ethereal Air Director to cause a gale wind to blow all their skirts up! After that, it'll be an elaborate trap involving things better left unsaid, only that it involves a monkey wrench and some axle grease." FineAss explained. Dark Queen slowly nodded in approval. The acronym for the gale wind-inducing machine had caught her off guard. "D.I.C.K.H.E.A.D.?" she asked him. "Well, I didn't make up the name, ma'am. I just found the machine." FineAss responded. "In any case, I think it's time I had some wild passionate sex with someone to ensure the success of this mission!" Dark Queen Blue Balls decreed, standing up. She looked around. Everyone, save for FineAss, was unconscious or now dead due to lack of blood. "Well, FineAss, it seems you're getting a reward early...." Dark Queen Blue Balls purred as she stalked the 'lucky' general. If General Tightpants had been conscious, he would have yelled at FineAss for taking his schtick. :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] In the Pantyverse, Himitsu was visiting the room with the tub of grape Jell-o that had been alluded to numerous chapters ago. Despite the fact that nudity and the things she said didn't embarrass her, they could easily embarrass even this author, almost everyone would be startled at the fact that Himitsu was actually blushing rather deeply. What she was about to do left even her embarrassed. Which was why she had threatened both Shinji and Naoko with bodily harm should they even peak on what she did in this room. She hated that she had to do it in the first place. Them peeping would make it much worse. Himitsu sat down on floor and leaned her back against the tub of grape Jell-o. She pressed a tile and the opposite wall opened up to show a game console with a cartridge already slotted in, two controllers and a TV. Sighing, she picked up the a controller and hit 'Power'. Poorly designed graphics filled the TV screen. And, so, fully-clothed, sitting on a tile floor and leaning her back against a tub of grape Jell-o, Himitsu began playing a very, very unknown adult Atari 2600 game. She didn't mind people walking in on her when she masturbated, but she didn't want anyone to find out she was playing adult games on an Atari 2600. What? Oh, the grape Jell-o was to fool Naoko and Shinji into thinking hentai thoughts. And for something to snack on. It was the Atari 2600 with the adult game in it that recharged Himitsu's power. What was that? You thought she had to do something in the grape Jell-o? I'm disgusting and tactless, but not one to waste food, you #@$%@%@#$@#$ weirdos. (Unspoken NPK Rule #553124: Any scene involving Himitsu must include swearing, even if she does not speak.) :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8= :- 8=[]= & NPK [>_<] [e_e] [X_X] And finally, at the vampire-infested clinic... "[WAI]!" General Neck-Fetish cried. "[WAI]!" General Do-Anything agreed. Suddenly, the door was smashed open and General Third-Leg, eyes ablaze, stumbled in. The reason he was stumbling was because of the three foot-long cast he had on. "[NOOKIE]!" General Third-Leg growled. =============================================================================================== Okay, here's where I babble, ramble and rant at you (all at once [^_^]): If you've been wondering what the scene breaks are, think back to what this series is called. If you still can't figure it out, call 1-800-GET-A-CLU (it would be 'GET-A-CLUE, but that would make it too many numbers. [^_^]). Stuff Pertaining To The Characters And Me: Now, I know this is a chibi-impro, but as a solo-author (with a vaguely successful career on the FFML since 1996), I'd like to take time to reflect on the stuff that I was _intending_ to set up with both this chapter and Chapter 3. The stuff in Chapter 4 and 5, I take almost no responsibility for. After all, I didn't write them. BTW, I don't hate the authors of the previous chapters for what they did. Their chapters had me nearly choking to death on my own spittle. And I laughed too. I know I tossed in two more characters. WAAAH! SORRY, MYTH-SAMA! It wasn't until I started wondering what I could do to bring NPK, PTT, and PCCS back as the main focus that I realized I had almost nothing in the way of an actual story for this chapter. The only things I had in mind were some background stories of the other characters that had been introduced. I wanted to test Nut-Punch Kamen's strength without getting him into a serious fight, but as the deadline drew closer, I couldn't find the time to fill out the fight. It would've been either zombies falling down on their own or a remake of Resident Evil with Nut-Punches in the place of guns or knives or whatever. The point of adding new characters is to add more plotlines. I know, I know, too many and we wind up with something too big for anyone to write for. But with Dark Queen Blue Balls' palace trashed and with no other suitable adversaries (as the Booty Crew and AFB have been exhuasted and distracted, the Unnamed Senshi is busy on an eating binge, Ozwipey is dead and gone, the vampires were a bust [no joke intended] and finally, General FineAss needs time to set up whatever devious scheme he'll make.), I didn't have enough to really work up a good episode. There aren't enough people or plots for NPK. Naoko and Himitsu pretty much remove any threat in one or two episodes. My unnamed senshi WOULD have been more than a match, but I distracted her because it was far too early to have an omega-fight. That's for Part 20 or so. Anyway, just be glad I didn't do what I original had set up for. I had another eight characters ready to hop in at anytime. Old enemies and arch-nemesis-eases or whatever. Important Issues Relating To The Story And Things I'd Like To Say (BUNCHES Of Stuff! And Not Sorted Either! [^_^]): I _am_ glad someone took away the Hyper Nut-Punch. It was only a temp cure to help Shinji gain some more confidence against opponents who protected their nuts. Besides, I didn't see a Cock Tease of the Seventh Level of Purgatory working on a giant-boobed giant mech. And besides, it ALLOWED for the POSSIBILITY of Shinji learning even more techniques for the future. Why should Naoko and Himitsu be the only useful ones? [NOOKIE], [WAI], and [NUT-PUNCH]. You might wonder what the brackets mean. They are the Brackets of Power and when used, they indicate a fanatical (or thereabouts) intensity. If used while commanding someone, and that someone is really weak-willed, it will force them to do what you tell them to. Sorta like the force. The Nut Hail technique? Well, originally, it was going to be a vibration attack, then I realized that I had already given him the Hyper Nut-Punch. One power up is fine, but two? No. That's why the nuts themselves caused the downfall of the mech (I was thinking of making Third-Leg say, "Ah, nuts."). Besides, anything stuck in an armory I consider at least six months old and usually it's barely maintained. After all, you don't want your enemies breaking into your armory and getting weapons on par with your own. Not to mention an armory is, IMAO, a back-up source of weapons. (In actuality, what happened was Shinji threw the nuts into the air and did some speed training. No sonic or vibration attack affected the mecha. Or at least none originating from Shinji.) IMAO, In My Arrogant Opinion. [^_^] The Neurotomic Protocore is from Dexter's Laboratory. Depending on it's positive or negative charge, people around it may grow smarter (if positive) or dumber (if negative). Unfortunately, it requires a massive machine to affect anyone outside of the room it was created in. "MAH GAWD, HIMITSU!" is stolen from WWF. When one of the announcers (I forget who [^_-]) sees something astounding, they shout "MAH GAWD, JR!". Sandy could be just another Senshi, a normal ally or just someone to kill if you don't want her. Like I'll have any control over her anyways. A normal ally might work. After all, someone's gotta feed the fanboys, order more nuts for NPK to train on, and make sure the Jell-o is fresh. [^_^] That's if you want a cheap way of getting rid of her. Leslie being Sailor PornVideo. I figure that all of them had to be a Senshi of some sort in order to have any right to say what a Senshi should or should not wear. Not to mention that they'd have to hunt down ALL forms of fanservice otherwise. Besides, every team needs someone with a 'dark' side. Shinji and Sandy. Frankly, I try to keep away from writing someone's complete history (pieces of it are fine) because then I trap someone else with something they might not like to talk about. Mary. When she died the first time, I didn't realize it. I looked at Chapter 1 and thought, "Oh, Cotton-Shot just beat the crap out of her." The whole bit of 'dirt nap' didn't hit me until one of the following authors touched on it. Besides, with a group like the AFB, who are essentially trying to enforce something Senshi would have no control over anyway, you're not exactly getting sane people. It's my belief that Senshi Uniforms have an automatic magical equivalent of a reset button, which is why no Senshi in recorded history has had to sew up a uniform or put it through the wash. Jim and the CEO of the Pudding Factory. Take 'em if you want, but I was serious when I stated that they were filler. They were not actually intended to be new characters, so the wrath Myth-sama will be on you if you don't at least whack some other characters first. The Unnamed Senshi. Even I have to admit, I over-powered my unnamed Senshi, but thankfully, now that she's missing her memory of any sort of mission, all she really knows is that she likes candy, she's really powerful and she doesn't like Senshi suits. BTW, name the Senshi and win a .txt file! Anyone noticed that Naoko doesn't have any attacks she'd actually use in combat, save the Viagra Slave? Most of her attacks she only uses on Shinji. Definitely a Hate-Love relationship. If Shinji can keep from calling her Princess Titty-Twister (impossible), he might wind up with a girlfriend. I don't hate frats. Heck, my brother was part of one. It's the stereotypical frat party in movies that I hate. Yeah, like every frat party could get THAT much beer (it's well known that everyone in college is poor... yes, even the rich people), that many 'hip' people or even that many guys passing out without even one hurling on the lawn or on a car. The guy, girl and bishounen vampire clerk... forget it. They weren't even major enough to get a name. The whole thing with the clinic was the only shot I took at the author of the last chapter, because you can put lesbians with bishounens, but never put VAMPIRES in the same room as MORONS WITH BLOOD. Baka. You should have expected this. BEEEEEDAH! [;p] (The Author believes all bishounen are inherently low on the intelligence scale and thus could never do anything more complicated than looking cute, wearing clothes and chewing bubble gum at the same time. The exceptions is: Hotohori) Code of the Bishounen and Unspoken NPK Rule #553124 were made up. The first was to clean up Ozwipey and make sure he's isn't used again. The Unspoken Rule was more of advice for future authors. When I first sent Chapter 3 to Myth-sama, she told me that Himitsu swears a lot more than I originally had her swearing. The AFB is a shortened name for the Anti-Fanservice Brigade. Duh. I also thought about it and had to get rid of General Neck-Fetish and General Do-Anything. Consider them too busy with [NOOKIE] to do anything else. I did this to allow for two more characters to jump in. I was also considering bringing his, er, her, er, it's Majesty and the two doctors into play, but thought I was going over my limit for new characters. The Non-Zombie Guy is free. Take him, toy with him, etc. This was to help give an idea of how disorienting a party can be. I mean, he probably knows all the 'hip' slang and such of today, but will remember nothing of what's passed. You can dump him as well. Send him home, kill him, whatever. What I Actually Accomplished In This Part: Gave A Final Fate of Ozwipey Removed Two Generals From Story Added One More Mystery Character (Non-Zombie Guy) Added One Named Character (Sandy Peterson) Tossed In, Then Killed Frat Boys Named Unnamed General (And Got Him [NOOKIE] To Boot) Gave Possible Civilian Name To Magical Knight Nympho (And A Vague Idea Of Her House Location) Kept Unnamed Senshi On Sideline Tossed In Two Filler Scenes A Trend I'm Hoping To Set: Myth-Sama warned me about the amount of characters, so I'm hoping that the unnamed people don't count. What I've done is gotten rid of two more of the characters to balance it out. So, we're now at a solid twenty-one characters with seven on standby and one dead. Major/Minor Cast: 21 Standby: 7 Dead: 1 My Prereaders (aka. Thanks Go To): Myth and TharzZzDunN I don't trust Tharzy to give me any good information on my part, so I send it off to Myth so she can critique me. Yes, Myth, this is a Chibi-Impro, but you still control what goes on. If you don't like this part at all, tell me and I'll try and ramble together something completely different or remove as many unnecessary scenes as I can. =\/=OMAKE=\/= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A-kun versus Nut Punch Kamen -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Huh?" A-kun asked, seeing the title. "BEHOLD! I am Nut Punch Kamen! And I shall emasculate you for being late!" Shinji cried, breaking into A-kun's room. "Huh?" A-kun asked. Nut Punch Kamen, seeing his opponent dazed, lunged and almost performed a Nut Punch when A-kun, using his Mad Dodging Skeelz, rolled out of his chair and into the edge of his open door. "Ouchies! Anyway, you can't emasculate me!" A-kun cried. "Why not?" Nut Punch Kamen asked. "Because I'm not late! I'm on time!" A-kun responded. "....... who cares! [NUT] [PUNCH]!" Nut Punch Kamen yelled. Suddenly, A-kun granted himself the Power of Flight. [A-kun hath obtained the Ticket for Northwest Airlines.] "Crap!" A-kun noted to himself, dodging the [Nut] [Punch], but just barely. Suddenly, A-kun granted himself the Power of Invisibility. [A-kun hath obtained the Cloak of Darkness.] A-kun became invisible, but Nut Punch Kamen instinctively knew where he was. "Crap! I hath wasted mine f@%king time!" A-kun growled. Suddenly, A-kun granted himself a Power of MegaMan. [A-kun hath learned Top Spin.] "#$^@#$%@^@#$%@^@#%@#$%!#$!%!#%^@#%@#%^@#$@!%@^@#$%@#%^@#$%@^@$#%@#^@#%#$!%!$%!%^@$^@#!" A-kun ranted. Nut Punch Kamen flinched instinctively. Suddenly, A-kun granted himself power over the most hideous monster of yesteryear! [A-kun hath gained power over Beanie Babies.] "!@$%!#$%^@#$^&#$^@$%!@%^@#$%^&@#$%^&#$%&#!%#@$^&*$%&*$%^@$%#$%@!#$^&#&#$^%$^@$%^!" A-kun spat. "Look, can I just emasculate you?" Nut Punch Kamen asked. "NO! One last try!" A-kun growled. Suddenly, A-kun granted himself the power to use attacks from Dragon Ball Z. [A-kun hath finally gained something useful.] "KAME HAME HA!!!!" A-kun roared. A torrent of blue flame practically sprang out of A-kun's hands, tearing, gouging, rending, shredding, ripping, cutting, burrowing, re-tearing, re-gouging, re-rending, re-shredding, re-ripping, re-cutting, re-burrowing... the ceiling of his room. "!@%^@!^@-" A-kun began. Then Nut Punch Kamen Nut Punched him. A-kun fell like a sack of potatoes. With that done, Nut Punch Kamen left. A-kun stood up, actually glad that he had learned the Top Spin. Nut Punch Kamen had only punched him in the left buttock! Sure, it was now totally numb, but still... The End! For Now..... ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com