Okay, how about this?
-- Bob
* * *
"Oooo, I *hate* that Hayama! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hatehatehate!"
Sana chanted as she stomped around the room. You could almost
see little wisps of smoke jetting out of her ears. The kid must
be a real piece of work to drive Sana into this kind of fit.
I stood up and cracked my knuckles. "You wants I should maybe
*lean* on this Hayama, boss?" I said in my best bent-nose Yakuza
leg-breaker voice. Over on the couch, Sagami looked like he was
caught somewhere between laughter and disapproval.
"A kind offer, Doug-san, but I truly feel that Sana should
refrain from dispatching thugs to deal with her classroom
problems," Sana's mom (decked out, as always, in a fine kimono
and wearing on her head a small float suitable for Mardi Gras)
informed me soberly. I tried to ignore the chipmunk in her
headdress which nodded its agreement with the lecture. Then she
turned to Sana. "The jail time you will have to serve afterward
will have serious repercussions on your schoolwork, and will
certainly limit the roles you will be offered in the future,"
Kurata-san serenely advised her daughter. Mama has the most evil
deadpan sense of humor I've ever encountered, and I want to be
just like her when I grow up.
(Edited 12/1/09 to fix wrap)
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
* * *
"Oooo, I *hate* that Hayama! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hatehatehate!"
Sana chanted as she stomped around the room. You could almost
see little wisps of smoke jetting out of her ears. The kid must
be a real piece of work to drive Sana into this kind of fit.
I stood up and cracked my knuckles. "You wants I should maybe
*lean* on this Hayama, boss?" I said in my best bent-nose Yakuza
leg-breaker voice. Over on the couch, Sagami looked like he was
caught somewhere between laughter and disapproval.
"A kind offer, Doug-san, but I truly feel that Sana should
refrain from dispatching thugs to deal with her classroom
problems," Sana's mom (decked out, as always, in a fine kimono
and wearing on her head a small float suitable for Mardi Gras)
informed me soberly. I tried to ignore the chipmunk in her
headdress which nodded its agreement with the lecture. Then she
turned to Sana. "The jail time you will have to serve afterward
will have serious repercussions on your schoolwork, and will
certainly limit the roles you will be offered in the future,"
Kurata-san serenely advised her daughter. Mama has the most evil
deadpan sense of humor I've ever encountered, and I want to be
just like her when I grow up.
(Edited 12/1/09 to fix wrap)
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.