Cat in the Shower

MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3000

"Cat in the Shower"

A Ranma 1/2 fanfic by Collin Verious

MST'ed by Hiei and Vegeta

"Cat in the Shower" is the property of Collin Verious, and by no means is this MST work we did meant to take it. It's still his, and by all means, he can have it. Just think of this as... "positive feedback" of his work.

Warning : This story contains Lemon aspects to it, which are sexual in nature. If you don't like that, stop reading, and there will be nothing left to worry yourself over. Otherwise, enjoy!

THE SATELLITE OF LOVE

12:49 hours
(Pan in onto one of the many sets in the SoL. The entire room is set up to look like a dense jungle. Steam makers are busily filling the room with a light mist. Tom and Crow are dressed in khaki's and have on safari hats, although Tom also has on a red wig and Crow has a short, black ponytail. Both are armed with nets. Gypsy walks beside them with 2 small coconut shells, each split in half, attached to her head.)

Crow began in a gruff voice, "Well, ya see here miss, them seishi you is a huntin' are mighty frisky critters. They can run away and hide in the blink of an eye!"

Tom nodded, "It'll be real f&$*in' hard to catch em, but don't f*%&in' worry yer pretty little f*@#in' head over it! TamaCrow and I are the f@$*in' best of the best!"

'Miaka'-Gypsy sounded enthusiastic, "Oh, thank you Tomsuki! I hope we can find all remaining 5 before dinner time!"

Suddenly, TamaCrow and Tomsuki stopped. "Shh...I think I heard something."

Sure enough, off in the distance, the soft melody of "A Star's Fate" could be heard, although it's muffled. TamaCrow asked, "You think it could be a spikey-haired-staff-carrying-hat-traveller?"

Tomsuki listened closely, "No...I think it's a mirror-carrying-I'm-more-beautiful-than-thou-preener!"

As they got closer, TamaCrow nodded, "You're right, there's no mistaking it now ...Okay, shh..."

The moved a bit of the foliage away, and saw Joel dressed as Hotohori. He was looking at himself in a mirror and dreamily stroking his hair. "Gosh...I'm so damn beautiful that it almost makes me unable to stand myself!" he said to the air.

Suddenly, TamaCrow and Tomsuki burst from the trees, nets in hand. "GET HIM!!"

HotoJoel cried out, "Okay!! You can capture me, but don't hurt the face! Chicks dig the face!"

In but a few moments, HotoJoel was netted. Miaka-Gypsy bounded forward, "Oh goodie! We caught one! We caught one!"

HotoJoel looked up at Miaka-Gypsy and said, "WOW!! A female! I don't see many of those around here anymore. You must be Suzaku-no-plot-convient-Miko! The one to save me from my dark loneliness! I think I'll be your loyal puppy now. Let me hug you..."

Just then, warning klaxons sounded, and that could only mean one thing...Doctor Clayton Forrester and his faithful side-punching-bag Frank were calling them for yet another hopelessly twisted fan-fic of doom. Sighing, all 4 removed their costumes and grudgingly moved into the main console room.

Deep 13
Dr. F drummed his fingers on Frank's head as he waited for Joel to get his butt in gear. Finally, he came into view, and Dr. F began his spiel, "Well, well, well...There you are. So sorry to break up your safari hunt, but it's time for you to be tested yet again. I've been doing a lot of searching as of late, and I think I've found the perfect device of terror to use on you."

SoL
Joel yawned, "Nice to see you again too sir."

Crow said quietly, "But not TOO nice."

Joel then cracked his knuckles, "But we need to do the invention exchange before any horrors can be sent up. I think I did a good job with mine this time around. Let me..."

D13
"Hold it right there Joel!" sneered Dr. F, "Did I say you could go first this week?"

Joel paused, "Uhh...No. I just figured I'd get the big ball rolling."

Dr. F laughed, "Well, sit down! I'm going first, so just get ready to marvel at my genius! Frank! Are all systems up and running?"

Frank nodded, "Yes sir...all you have to do is pull the lever."

Dr. Forrester grinned evilly, and then addressed Joel on the screen again, "Well Joel...as you already know, many main anime villains have hordes of faithful and diligent followers. These are usually not anyone of note, but the villain has a near limitless supply of them. They are endearingly called: "Faceless minions"! What I've done is provide an easy way to create loyal armies, by creating the "Forrester Faceless Follower Fabricator!" or the 4F machine for short! Observe!"

With that, Dr. F walked over to a plain, featureless white cube with a single lever on one side. Near the lever were several flashing lights and a few dials. Chuckling, Dr. F pulled the lever twice, and a bright flash inside the machine could be seen. Then, two plainly clad men with plain white faces walked out.

Looking about, one said, "Okay, where's the big boss?"
The other said, "Yeah...We need some mindless tasks to carry out, or a female lead character to kidnap."
"Where's the main hero so we can go get our butts kicked?"

SoL
Joel and the bots reeled back. Crow looked as worried as he could, "Uhh...I don't know Joel...This could be bad for mankind."

Joel patted him reassuringly, "Not to worry Crow...Faceless minions always fail whatever they try to do...they're really good at being cannon fodder though."

Dr. F patted his creations on the head, and then said to the screen, "Okay Joel...Your turn, let's see what you've got this time."

Joel smiled and walked over to another part of the control room. As he neared his desk, everyone could see a small object covered by a blanket. Joel removed the blanket to reveal a small tree, which looked like a miniature oak tree. "Behold sirs...As you all know, anime fans love the music of their favorite animation series'. However, Japan releases and re-releases a lot of the same songs on different CD's, and then just mixes the order of the songs around while adding one new song, or makes compilations of just the vocal songs, or..."

"JUST GET ON WITH IT!!" yelled Dr. F, along with his new minions and Frank.

Joel coughed lightly, "Ahh...yes, well, my invention is a take off on those anime shows that have the ever impressive, yet completely useless "big tree" in them. I'm talking about Laputa, Escaflowne, Bakuretsu Hunter, and Windaria. This is the "Big Tree CD Holder"! The branches can hold up to 35 CD's! And if your collection gets too big, just water the tree, and it'll grow to accommodate 15 more at a time. Just give it plenty of sunshine, a good spot of dirt, and your CD storage needs will be a thing of the past! What do you think sirs?"

D13
Dr. F, arms folded across his chest and while leaning up against a wall, shouted behind himself at his new minions, "Hey! No playing catch in the house!" Joel noticed that the two creations had picked up some of Dr. F's lab equipment and were tossing it back and forth between them. Turning back to Joel, Dr. F smiled sarcastically, "I don't think so Mr. Joelly Green Thumb! For your silliness, you've incurred my wrath!"

Tom and Crow said in unison, "In other words, it's time for this week's experiment!"

Dr. F's smile only broadened, "Why, yes my least favorite rust-buckets! Joel...you and I both knew that this day would come. It's time for you to face the might of a Ranma 1/2 fan-fic!"

SoL
Tom and Crow groaned, and Tom said, "Oh no...there have to be thousands of fics out there for that series...What could possibly be worse than that?"

Crow nudged Tom, "Don't give him any ideas...He might send up a...sailor moon fic..." Tom just shuddered.

D13
Dr. F turned to address Frank, "Frank! Send up this week's monstrosity!"

Frank nodded, but the other two followers decided that they needed to do something too.

"Hey! I think I'll send it!"
"No way! I'll do it!"

Frank hushed them, "There there...you don't even know HOW to send it...Just let me take care of this..."

Dr. F turned his attention back to Joel, "This is a little doozy of a nightmare called, "Cat in the Shower", written by Collin Verious. It's just like the Ranma 1/2 universe, meaning that it's spontaneous and completely pointless...Prepare for the worst Joel!"

SoL
Suddenly, the entire satellite began to rock back and forth, and several lights began to flash. This could only mean one thing...they were doomed. "Ohh!! WE'VE GOT LEMON SIGN!" As usual, Joel slapped the flashing light on the console and proceeded on his way to the theater.

The three passed through the 6 doors to the theater, and sat down. Crow enters first, followed by Joel, who then puts Tom down next to him.

>Fireball13

Tom : Time to firebomb the fireball...

>Ranma 1/2 Nibunnoichi

>(Collin Verious)

Tom : There are Verious ways of looking at this fic.
Crow : You're Veriously annoying me Collin!

>11-28-96

Joel : A date that will live in infamy.

>(Characters created, trademarked, and copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi,)

>(As most of you already know...I am absesed with Shampoo.

Joel : Hmm...If the shampoo I was using was causing abscesses on me, I'd quit using it.

>And I was thinking (yes, I do think!)

Tom : He claims to think, yet he went ahead and wrote this anyway.

>It would be cool to se Shampoo in the shower

Crow : How does one "se" anything?
Tom : There are Verious ways...oops, those jokes are making me weary.
Crow : That's okay Tom, I'm verily reading this fic.

>....so guess what!!!)

All : It's TORTURE TIME!!

>"Cat in the Shower"

> After a hard day working as a waitress in the Cat Cafe...Shampoo
>returns to her bed room. She sits down at her mirror and stares at it for
>a moment. She thinks to her self, ***why Ranma not date Shampoo***.

Joel : All right, Shampoo's Japanese may not be that good, but why would she think in incomplete sentences?
Tom : It probably has something to do with the person thinking for her.
Joel : Ahh, you mean the one claiming to think, don't you?
Tom : Tom think so.
Crow : Why he not write full sentence?

>She sits up straight.

Tom : Making her the good-posture queen of the week!

>Shampoo looks down at her breasts.

Crow : And realizes she can't see her shoes.

>Again she thinks to her self, ***It Shampoo breats? They not big enough?
>Shampoo not see why Ranma no like Shampoo***. Shampoo lays her amason
>head down on her desk, and continues to stare at the mirror.

Tom : What are "breats"?
Crow : Breats me.
Joel (groans a bit) : Uh huh...All I know is that this guy's spelling is "amasoning".
Crow : Maybe he'd like to become amason?
Tom : He should...if he were laying bricks we wouldn't have to read this stuff...

> Cologne (Shampoo's great grand mother) walks in (or should I say
>she hops in on her staff?).

Tom : You could say she hops in, but we'd rather you not say anything at all.
Crow : Aww...You got to it first!
Tom (chuckling) : Yep.

>Shampoo looks up at Cologne. Cologne speeks, "Child, do not worry your
>self to death over your future groom. One day he shall see that you are
>very beautiful and he will come to marry you."

Tom : "speeks"?
Joel : A combination of speaking and eeking at the same time.
Crow : Well, considering the title of this fic, we'll get to peeks in on Shampoo later...

>Shampoo fells better and responds to her elder, "Hai (Japanese for yes),
>Great greand mother correct. Shampoo no worry no more."

Crow : I always knew Shampoo had fell intentions!
Tom : Why would Shampoo translate her words for her grandmother, who knows more Japanese than she does?
Joel : Well, I guess being a "greand"mother does that to you.
Tom [Jessica Rabbit] : I'm not bad, I'm just spelled that way...
Crow : Perhaps Collin should have bought a "Speek and Spell" when he was younger.

>Cologne leaves.

All : Too bad we can't!!

>And before she closes the door, she quickly spoke a short sentence, "Oh
>and take a shower...we both had a lot of work to do today and If Ranma
>walked in right now, you wouldn't want to be smelling bad would you?"
> Shampoo walked over to her bed room door and closed it.

Crow : Wait a second...Cologne closed the door before she left, but then Shampoo got up and closed it again?
Tom : Two people closing the same door simply means that the space/time continuum is altered in this fic.
Joel : That, or the writer never graduated high school.
Tom : Hmm...We'll have to see about that later...

>Shampoo has a small bath room with a sliding door shower and a toilet
>attached to her bedroom.

Crow : ...Wouldn't having a toilet attached to your bedroom be kind of embarrassing?
Tom : Not to mention, really messy and kinda stinky?

>She walked over to her bath room after locking her bedroom
>door. Her long purple hair swayed side to side as she walked into the
>bathroom. Shampoo went in and shut the door behind her.

Tom : Does she close that one twice too?
Crow : Did she lock it?
Joel : Come on Collin! Inquiring minds want to know all the incredibly dull and boring details!

>She, slowly removed all of her clothes and dropped them onto the floor.
>She stood there, in the dark, with no clothes on.

Crow : Let's see here, she takes her clothes off, leaving her standing there...with...BIG SHOCK...No clothes on!
Tom : Shampoo's not the only one in the dark here.

>Shampoo moved over to her right and turned on the light. A bright light
>flashed on.

Crow : This fics a bore, I'm leaning towards the door.
Tom : Well doors seem to be the other thing this guy's "absessed" with.
Joel : WHOA!! She turns on the light and, and...
Tom & Crow : What? WHAT?!
Joel : A LIGHT FLASHES...ON!!
Crow : Wow!
Tom : Isn't modern technology something?!
Crow : It's certainly more than this guy's writing skills...

>Outside the rain began to fall harder that before. Shampoo noticed each
>drop hitting the ground out side.

Tom : Okay...Point #1 : It was raining out?
Crow : Okay...Point #2 : Wouldn't watching every raindrop take a looooong time?
Tom (nodding) : But considering who's writing her fate here, it's not like she has anything better to do.
Joel [Shampoo] : Shampoo count raindrops! One...Twenty-seven...Four thousand fifty-eight...
Tom : Counting raindrops would be far more interesting than reading the rest of this...

>Shampoo thought and wondered if Ranma had changed into his girl form yet
>and if her was ranceing about with that bitch Akane (no offense to the
>Akane lovers out there...I'm just writting a story on Shampoo's
>perspective! : )

Joel : How does one go "ranceing" about?
Crow : Well, there's something pretty rancid around here.
Tom [Collin] : No offense to the Ranma 1/2 lovers out there, but I've decided to horribly mangle the series.
Crow : What's with this ": )"? The audience is closer to, "x_x".

>Shampoo walked slowly over to the shower and turned it on.

Tom : Must she do everything so PAINFULLY SLOW?!
Crow (nodding) : You're right...slowly walking to the bedroom, slowly walking to the bathroom, slowly taking her clothes off, slowly walking into the shower...

>First the cold and then she turned on the hot water. When the
>water got cold she moved out of the way.

Joel : Well, when you turn on the "cold" water, the water does get, well...Cold!
Tom : So why then, would the water get cold after turning on "hot"?
Crow : Bad plumbing?
Joel : Forgot to pay for Rotor Rooter?

>(it's kinda hard to turn the hot water knob if you're a cat)

Joel : (it's kinda hard to keep reading this fic when you're a human.)
Tom : (or a robot.)
Joel : By the way, if *anyone* says anything about pussies and hot water, I'm outta here.
Crow : I was just thinking about pussies and...

>Then a few seconds latter she felt the warm water on her hand. She
>stepped into the shower stream for a second and then got out of the
>shower. She had to go "pp" (ha I love useing second grader language.).

Crow : Well, I guess you were right Joel...2nd grade was all he could manage.
(Silence)
Tom & Crow : Joel?...JOEL?!
Crow : It was just a joke! Come back!
Tom : Please don't leave us alone here with, with...THIS!
(Joel comes back and sits down)
Joel : All right, but only because I'm written this way...
Tom & Crow : Whew...

>Shampoo moved over to the toilet and sat down on it. She let go of her
>liquid and used a peice of toilet paper to gently wipe herself.

Joel : How do you hold onto liquid?
Crow : Better yet, how do you let it go?
Tom : Wait a second...I thought her toilet was attached to her bedroom?
Joel [Kirk] : Scotty! The...continuity generator...is...fried again! I...need...that generator!
Tom [Scotty] : Forget it captain! This fic'll just burn her out again! You've got to get us out of here!
Crow [Spock] : Captain, the fic's gravitational stupidity well has exceeded our output.
Joel [Kirk] : Spock...are...you saying?
Crow [Spock] : Yes sir...There is no escape.

Magic Voice : Another space craft has warped into this section of space, and will impact with the Satellite of Love in T-minus 1 minute...

Crow : What the heck?!
Tom : I dunno!! Let's get up to the bridge and see what's going on!
(Joel picks up Tom and all 3 run from the theater)

SoL
Joel put Tom down on the console and pushed a few buttons. Then he said, "CamBot, can you get a outside shot of section 8 of the SoL?"

CamBot complied, and Joel and the bots were given an external view of the SoL. A *very* familiar space-craft was heading straight towards them. Magic Voice chimed in, "Sensors confirm, it is the U.S.S. Enterprise. She is under her own power, but something is making her come towards us. She is attempting to stop."

Joel flipped a switch or two, "Can we hail them? I've always wanted to say that."

Gypsy wandered onto the bridge, and operated another console. The screen suddenly flared to life, showing the familiar bridge of the Enterprise. Kirk looked somewhat annoyed, and said, "This is James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise. Why have you attacked my ship?!"

Spock said from his station, "Captain, the well is increasing in strength. At this rate it may manifest itself into a tangible field."

Kirk nodded, "That's it! I say we blow them away! Chekov!"

Joel and the bots reeled back, and Joel went into diplomat mode, "Whoa! Hold on there sirs...We haven't attacked your ship."

Kirk glared at the screen, "All our sensor readings indicate that your ship is generating an enormous well of stupidity. It's sucking our vessel straight in!"

Just then, Dr. F appeared on a split screen, and with a sneer, said "Joel! Why are you prolonging today's experiment?! Get your sorry hides back into that theater...NOW! As for you, Boobyprize, I guess I'll just add a little something extra to that well...Let's see here now..."

Suddenly, a large, purple vortex appeared in Cambot's external eye. The Enterprise suddenly surged forward, causing most of the bridge crew to fall to the left (although one or two people missed their cue and went to the right). Klaxons sounded, but the Enterprise was suddenly swallowed into the vortex, which disappeared with a small popping noise.

Dr. F smiled in triumph, "Now get back in there and finish the darned fic already!"

The Satellite began to shake again, "We've got Lemon Sign again!!" and Crow slammed his nose into the flashing red light.

(All 3 go back to their respective seats.)

Tom : Now...Where were we?

>But she didn't stand up after that. She just sat there. When she wiped
>herself she had rubbed her clit. This turned her on.

Tom : Oh yeah...In a living hell.
Crow : Hmm...Maybe the Enterprise was right about that stupidity well. A girl just rubbed herself once and she's turned on.
Joel : I guess we're doomed too.

>She put a hand down on her purple hair just below her belly botton. She
>rubbed her hair for a second. Then she put one of her fingders between
>her outer lips. She rubbed back and forth for a few seconds and then
>inserted her middle fingder, deep inside her vagina.

Tom : Well, you know toilet paper is like a light switch to some...
Crow : Why? Because it causes a bright flash?
Joel : Well, in this case, it's giving ME a rash.
Tom : Bottons, and fingders, and flashes...OH MY!
Crow : Hmm...Wouldn't a girl with hair just below her belly button be very...Nasty?
Tom : That, or completely out of control and in need of clippers.

>Shampoo loved the feel of her inner walls filled with something.
>To bad she's still a virgin. She stopped. She got up and told her self,
>out load but with a very low tone, "Shampoo not like that."

Crow : Yeah, this fic is full of something all right, and that thing is a load of...
(Joel holds Crow's mouth shut.)
Tom : Too bad Joel used all the parts from the "Fic Deletion" device to create us, or we could save Shampoo from this dark fate.
Crow : Not to mention ourselves.

>Then she stepped into the shower. She soaped her arms, then her neck. She
>continued to soap down over her chest and across her breasts. She soaped
>her legs and then stopped at her inner thighs. She sat down with the warm
>water splashing at her feet.

Tom : All right, she sits down in a running shower with water only touching her feet?
Joel : It must be a BIG shower.
Crow : Or it could be that the continuity generator being off-line has affected the fic...?
Tom : Off-line? It's in orbit!

>She thought of how it would be like to make love to Ranma. Her hand was
>making its way up her inner thigh and before she knew it she was
>caressing her clit...again. She didn't care this time. Cologne had said
>she was beautiful and that's all she cared about...being beautiful and
>STRONG. She only wished that Ranma thought she was beautiful as well.

Tom : Wow...her hands are just about as hentai as the author wishes he was.
Crow [Shampoo] : My God...What Shampoo hand doing?
Joel : Isn't it great when limbs no longer obey conscious thought?

>Shampoo, with her left hand started to caress her left breast.
>She started to give out short low moans of pleasure.

Crow : Hmm...Shampoo is now distributing moans...Get yours while supplies last!
Tom : Moans! Get your red hot moans! Two for a dollar!

>Her right hand had spread open her lips and was useing her pointer
>fingder to rub some of her early cum onto her clit.

Crow : Hey! How come she gets a pointer fingder and I don't?!
Joel : I had better things to do with your time than have you point at things.
Crow : Oh. Okay.

>This made her clit wet, cool, sticky, and slimey.

Crow : Hmm...She's in a hot shower with cool cum?
Joel : I guess Shampoo is pretty cold...well, not blooded, but you know what I mean.
Tom : A new definition of being frigid?
Crow [Bones] : Damn it Jim! I'm a doctor not a gynecologist!

>Her moans became slightly loader. But she was thinking about how
>Ranma Saotome would be licking her clit.

Joel : Oh great! She got another load of moans in!
Tom : Oh good! Maybe these will be on discount!

>She didn't care if the whole block heard her. She began to jab her middle
>fingder into her pussy as her wetness began to slowly spill out of her cunt.

Crow : Ouch! Now she's jabbing herself with a middle fingder...whatever that is.
Tom : Hmm...Maybe I should get one installed. It seems to "cum" in handy.
Crow (Groaning) : Comments like that'll get your arm ripped off Servo.

>She wondered what she taisted like. So Shampoo lifted her right middle
>fingder into her mouth. She noticed that the steamy hot, slimey liquid
>taisted sweet and yet alittle sour at the same time.

Tom : Ahh...Just like a girl, cold one second, hot the next.
Crow : This author's clue level is nothing but cold...
Joel : And fairly non-existent...
Tom : I think I should just mention that the generator is out again ...Because we've gone from cold cum to hot cum.
Crow : Maybe after we find this guy, we can expand his "taistes" into something less painful...like flower arranging.
Tom : Or at least give him a "taiste" of his own medicine.
Joel : Oh great...Make a murderer of me why don't you?!

>Kind of like a sweet lemon (ha ha get it...LEMON).

Joel : We may get it, but Collin certainly doesn't.
Tom : Yeah, we get it...DO YOU?!

>She enjoyed it a lot and she started to hope that Ranma's curse wont be
>broken before they get married. Because she would love to eat out
>Ranma-Chan (onna).

Tom : Eat-out? I guess Shampoo's running a take out business now?
Crow : Hey...I'd like one order of Ranma-chan, a side dish of Akane, and...oh yes, Nabiki a la carte.
Tom : Thank you drive through.

>Shampoo now was inserting two fingders into her wet juicey cunt.

Tom : Hey, now she's juicy. This guy has something for fruit as well as doors and toilet paper.
Joel : Yeah, he has something all right, but whatever it is, I don't want to catch it.

>The pleasure shot through her body like a small shock.

Crow : The pain is shooting through me like a very LARGE shock.

>She felt her oragasm comeing. Her vaganal muscles tighten around her
>fingders.

Tom : "Oragasm"?
Crow : "Vaganal"?
Joel : "Fingders"...again?
Tom : I think 2nd grade is a bit past him.
Crow : Only a BIT?!
Joel : Just like his fic is a waste of computer bits.

>She began to violently jab her two fingders into her pussy. Shampoo, with
>her left hand began to pinch her left nipple realy hard.

Tom : Wow...Shampoo is really being hard on herself. She must only hurt the one she loves.
Joel : Yeah, and those fingders are being violent too.
Crow : I still think that Joel should install some of those fingder things on me...
Joel : Oh...I don't know...

>Shampoo felt a bolt of electricity flow through her body starting with
>her vagaina.

Joel : They seem to attract electricity in large quantities...
Crow : Whoa! OUCH! Nevermind Joel! I take it back, I take it back! I don't wanna be fried Crow!
Tom : And I hate eating Crow...I prefer Ram chips.
Crow : ...I'll get you for that one Servo.
Joel : Shampoo must have walked outside into the rain...Now she's Shampoo the Lightning Rod.

>Shampoo yelled, as load as she posibly could,
>"Hiyyaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She fell back onto the shower wall. She
>couldn't move. Her orgasim was so powerful that it sustained her in that
>position for about another five minites.

Crow : a 5 minute orgasm?! Can we safely assume that this Collin guy has never even MET a woman who wasn't 2-D?!
Joel : She fell when she was sitting?
Tom : She's very clumsy that way.
Crow : Not nearly as much as the author.

>She finished washing her self off and dryed off. She left her
>clothes in the bath room and walked over to her bed. She lifted up her
>covers and got in.

Tom : She used the toilet and now she's going to sleep? She'd better flush first.
Crow : Covered wagons I've heard of...but covered toilets?

>She held her pillow with her left hand. Her right hand was resting on her
>lower hair. She fell asleep, dreaming of....Ranma Saotome.......not
>careing that half the block thought a cat was dieing because of her
>scream.

Joel : Believe us, that wasn't a dying cat that they heard...
All : IT WAS US!
Magic Voice : Incoming transmission from the Enterprise...Switching to audio...
(Kirk, Spock, Bones, and Scotty) : And US TOO!! LET US OUT OF THIS STUPIDITY WELL!!

>____________________________________
>------------------------------------
>Writer: Collin Verious (Verious@aol.com)

Crow : Aim all large and dangerous artillery this way please.
Joel : Does that mean that various Collins wrote it?
Tom : Please God no...I don't want to think that there could be more of them out there.
Crow : Veriously!

>Editors:

Tom : All editors went into a catatonic stupor and died in the making of this fic. Since none survived, they couldn't stop me from posting this.
Joel : Or make any corrections.
Crow : No animals were harmed in the making of this fic, although several readers were VERIOUSLY abused.

>Characters : Starring The Bueatiful heavenly goddess, Shampoo

>~~~[I have NO idea what got into me]~~~

Crow : We have a pretty good idea what's IN you...
Tom : Yeesh...I just wish it'd stay in him and not out here!

>==============================
>IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!

Tom : You think anything YOU have to say is IMPORTANT after THAT?!
Joel : Nothing of note anyway.

>If You like my writting style look for my
>new Anime Seris called "Ani-mechanics"

Crow : Oh dear lord...his writing...it's breeding!
Tom : He's still working on OTHER stuff!
Joel : I knew it! It's a new form of facehugger alien!

>(It will have some extreamly popular
>characters in it and some of my origonal
>anime characters as well.)

Tom : Some of my "origonal", "extreamly" bad spelled anime characters.
Joel : How can you make an anime character that's never been animated?

>I'm going to put it on a couple of Fanfiction
>ftp sites and the Anime Turnpike very soon.
>Also check the official "Animechanics" headquarters
>where you can see pictures of the characters and
>down load free Animechanics fan-fic episodes and more!
>-just go into shampoo's bed room and look for the
>big sign that says "Animechanics"-
>http://www.geocities.com/tokyo/3967/
>So if you have the time check it out

Crow : How nice of him to warn us of deadly territory that should never be explored.
Tom : Look for the big sign that says: "Animechanics - NEVER READ!"
Joel : Too bad we didn't miss this one.
Tom (nodding) : No kidding...it escaped and there's no way to put it back.

>==============================

>Please send any coments or questions to me
>I Love to read E-Mail!!

Magic Voice : Another incoming audio message...
(Kirk, Spock, Bones, and Scotty) : Help we're still in the stupidity well!!!

>Verious@aol.com

Crow : Do you think the AOL server could take the sheer magnitude of hatred from an E-mail from us?
Tom : Not really, no.
Joel : Come on guys...Let's go save the Enterprise...
Tom & Crow : Not to mention ourselves.

>Thank you

All : BUT NO THANK YOU!

(Joel picks up Tom and the 3 hastily leave.)

D13
Dr. F angrily yelled at his minions, which only seemed to make them happier, "How many times do I have to tell you dolts?! Stay away from my experiments and inventions!"

"That's okay boss! We'll do better next time!"
"Yeah, please give us another chance!"

Dr. F sighed, "Faceless minions are too good at being useless..." It was about at that time when he noticed Joel and the bots had come out of the theater. Joel was a bit wide-eyed, but the bots looked okay. Then again, they always looked like that. "Well Joel? What do you think of Ranma 1/2 now?"

Joel and the bots just shook their heads.

Dr. F looked elated, "Do you actually mean your will is crushed?! Could that have done it?"

SoL
Joel and the bots shook their heads again. Sighing, Tom said, "Okay, we'll admit that was so far the WORST fic you've sent us. But it was far too pointless to have really had any impact."

Crow took it from there, "Yeah...I think before you send us anything else you should run the experimental fics through a spell checker...save the author a bit of dignity!"

Joel then used CamBot's external view to glance outside. "Hey, the Enterprise is coming out of the stupidity well now that the fic is over..."

Another screen flared to life, and an annoyed looking Kirk said, "Well, you get to live today. I'm taking my ship out of here before you start another experiment and get us trapped again. Mr. Sulu, take us anywhere but here at maximum warp."

"Aye-aye captain." and the Enterprise was gone.

D13
Dr. F laughed, "But if I did that, the originality of the fic wouldn't be intact. It might be that too many horribly misspelled words that are usually basic and simple to even 3rd graders is what is needed to destroy you and turn you all into my mindless zombies!"

"Yeah! He'll turn you all into mindless zombies!"
"Just like us!"

Dr. F glared at his creations again, "Anyway Joel, what else do you have to say for the fic?"

Joel blinked a few times, "Uhh...don't send anymore, especially not Ranma 1/2 fics or anything else written by Collin?"

Dr. F rubbed his hands together, "Oh, I don't think so Joelly! I might be on to something here!"

Joel and bots screamed, "You can't do that to us!"

Dr. F and Frank balked, "What do you expect from us? We're Evil!..."
"EVIL!!!" said the two minions in unison.

Dr. F sighed and said, "I'm going to have to find a way to make useful minions instead of faceless ones. Oh well, push the button Frank..."

"I want to do that!"
"No! Me!"
"Race ya to it!"
"You're on!"

The two minions rushed forward, but tripped over each other and collapsed onto the ground in a tangle of limbs. Frank simply walked over the pile and as his hand neared the button, the minions whined out, "We've failed again!!!"

Then Frank pushed the button.

End.

Well, that was fun, wasn't it? I think Hiei has been wanting to do something like this to that fic for a while. Well, with his help, he made this into a very enjoyable MST. I hope YOU enjoyed it too. Please send any comments or suggestions to us at Shinomori69@hotmail.com (Hiei) or Vegeta4@Yahoo.com. We will happily accept all praise, and cheerfully delete all flames, junk mail, viruses, and...well, you get the idea.

>She felt her oragasm comeing. Her vaganal muscles tighten around her fingders.

Keep circulating the FanFics...