Talk Like Retarded Four-Year-Old? Max Krugman Insert the usual disclaimer. "Airen!" Shampoo shouted joyously, catching sight of her fiancé. Ranma, the aforementioned 'airen', now on his way to school, cringed, expecting to shortly be flattened by a large wooden mallet or by one Akane Tendou - which usually came to the same thing, only occasionally without the mallet. His expectations were, as usual, correct. While he attempted to get to his feet, the mallet-wielder turned to face Shampoo. "What do you want this time, you Chinese bimbo?" asked Akane with a righteous sniff. "If this is about that stupid pervert, you can have him." "Aiyah, poor Airen!" Shampoo exclaimed. "Violent kitchen-destroyer hurt Airen too-too bad. Shampoo make better!" She continued in the same vein for several minutes, while Akane's grip on her bag got tighter and her knuckles began to turn white. Finally she exploded, turning on the Chinese girl with a scream. "I've had enough of this! You Chinese idiot, when are you going to quit talking like a retarded four-year-old and start speaking proper Japanese? You've been livin here for over twelve months, and you still speak like Tarzan! Come on, Ranma, we're leaving." Akane took hold of Ranma's foot and dragged him painfully in the general direction of Furinkan High. Oddly enough, Shampoo did not follow, instead staying in one place and muttering in Chinese. *I talk like I'm four? How... retarded? I don't And who's Tarzan, anyway? Wait a minute...* her eyes narrowed slightly. "Great-grandmother..." she said in Japanese. Then she turned and jumped onto a nearby rooftop, heading towards the Nekohanten. "GREAT-GRANDMOTHER!" Shampoo screamed in unaccented Japanese. "WHERE ARE YOU HIDING NOW?" Cologne hopped down the restaurant's stairway on top of her ever-present wooden staff and spoke weakly to her granddaughter. "Yes, Shampoo? You know you mustn't shout, I have a weak heart..." "And a feeble mind! Did you really think that I wouldn't find out? 'Oh, Shampoo', you said 'You must learn to speak proper Japanese'. Hah! I should have known you were lying. First making me obey that absurd village law about chasing down and killing anyone who beat me, and then making me toy with the bitch, not even letting me go through with it... And then trying to make me marry the jerk! I don't even like him! But this is the last straw... making me speak like a retard? I should have known that you were full of shit, as usual. I've held back so far, out of some kind of weird respect - hell, maybe I'm some kind of masochist - but this is it! 'What kind of stupid language makes you refer to yourself in the third person, and by name?' I asked, and you said 'why, the Japanese, daughter! I'm to old and set in my ways, but you can learn it properly!' I should have known! I sounded like an idiot even to myself, and maybe I am... how could I not have noticed that everyone in the damn country speaks differently! I know perfect Japanese, and you told me... You heard me talking like... Well... now you're finished now. Just tell me one thing: Why? What kind of sick mind comes up with something like this?" Shampoo stood breathing heavily and glaring at the old woman, who answered somewhat nervously: "Er... I was bored. And it was... it was... really, really HILARIOUS!" Cologne fell off her staff, laughing too hard to keep her balance. Shampoo's eyes widened, then narrowed. Mousse, who had been watching from the doorway of the restaurant, noticed the signs and ran like hell away from the Nekohanten. Shampoo, now glowing a slight shade of blue, screamed: "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Mousse, although by now several blocks away, did not fully escape the explosion. Author's Notes: So? What do you think? The idea came to me in a very disturbing dream. Originally I had posted with a weird DBZ ending, but got an overwhelming amount of flames. I just wanted to post something complete, rather than the nigh infinite series of incomplete posts that will, I think, follow. Just so you know: I started a Ranma/WOT crossover a while ago, made one post, and stopped. I am not going to continue. So don't bother checking.