“Aw, c’mon Nabiki, don’t show her!”

Nabiki stuck her tounge out at Ranma as she literally danced along,
holding a colorful manga in her hands. “Nyaaahhh Saotome, you
can’t keep me from this one!”

“GYAAAH!” Ranma leapt for Nabiki’s upraised arm but suddenly,
a mallet impact drove him into the ground. Akane towered over the
boy, her mallet upraised.

“Raaaaanmaaaa!” she snarled, “can’t you stop shouting in the house?”

“Oh Akaneeee,” Nabiki singsonged, dangling Ranma’s manga in front
of her eyes, “check out what Ranma likes to read!”

Akane took the manga and read the cover. “Huh? Dirty Pair?” A low
growl ran into her throat. “WHY...THAT....PERVERT!”

“Seems like Saotome’s got a crush on the Lovely Angels,” Nabiki
smirked.

Ranma suddenly burst from the ground and tried to yank it from
Akane’s hand. “C’mon Akane, give it BACK!”

“You...” Akane seethed, “you think that these...BIMBO’S are more
attractive than I AM?!”

“Why ya getting so upset Akane?!” Ranma blurted out, backing up.
“So what if they’re more sexy than you?”

“PERVERT!”

Ranma dodged away and in his hot headed state, he blurted out a dumb 
responce. Especially since a meddling God of Indulgance was listening.

“I WISH YOU COULD SEE HOW MUCH MORE CUTE THE
LOVELY ANGELS ARE THAN YOU!”

A thunderclap and a peal of maniacal male laughter echoed in the skies. 
Then, the whine of wind was heard as a booming voice chortled, 
“BEWARE OF WHAT YOU WISH FOR RANMA SAOTOME, CAUSE 
YOU’RE GETTING IT!!”

Ranma paled. “Crap...it’s that meddling God again...”

Nabiki slapped a hand to her head. “Cripes, Ranma. You can’t shout 
out things like this all the time!”

With an ominous click of a gun, Ranma turned around to stare into 
the barrel of a futuristic sci-fi gun with a muzzle the size of his head. 
With an “eep” and “ack,” Ranma backed up as Kei clicked the cock 
menacingly.

“Okay buddy, ya have five seconds to tell Yuri and me where the hell 
we are and who brought us here.”

“...Jinkies...” Nabiki muttered.



Shaun Garin Presents...

A Magic Tech Production


DIRTY PAIR 1/2 : LAUGHTER OF A GOD


Episode 1 : Don’t call us the DIRTY PAIR!

“So that’s it?” Kei asked, scowling darkly. “some meddling God of 
your aquantiance conviently DECIDED to warp the pair of us into 
this world? A world that I conviently know? You’re right, that IS a 
stretch.”

Ranma slapped a fist into his open palm. “When I get my hands on 
that stupid God I’ll...”

“What? Blow me to bits?” Came a sarcastic voice. Everyone whirled 
to look at the God who lazily lounged on the wall. He grinned a bit as 
several guns were pointed at him. “Oh come now, we don’t need 
those.” He gestured and the guns were cut in half. “Now, lets talk shop,
shall we?”

Ranma didn’t budge. “Talk.”

“Okay, lets see... Item One, Ranma Saotome, THAT was your
complimentary wish. Long overdue, you used it on that request to 
see what the Lovely Angels are like. Item Two : my meddling isn’t 
done yet as the Lovely Angels will remain here in your world for one
month, and vice versa. Item Three : This is being recorded for the
Heavenly Comedy Archives so no kinky stuff.”

“And just WHY is it being recorded?” Yuri snapped angrily.

“Sora wa himitsu desu,” he teased before dissapearing from view.

A pregnant pause. “You know, I’m beginning to hate him,” Kei
said.

“You think HE’S bad, wait until you see his cousin Xelloss.” Akane
sighed and said, “well, we’ve got an extra room. Do you have any
more clothes than those....” she fumbled for the name of the
clothing that they wore.

“Battle Bikinis,” they chorused.

“Battle Bikinis?” Akane finished.

“Actually no,” Yuri said. “This is all what we wear normally.”

“Well...it IS a bit revealing...” Kei admitted.

“With cleavage on par with the Florida coastline,” Ranma shot off
without thinking. Then, he was flattened underneath Akane’s
mallet.