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[Fin] Murder U Too - Endgame
". . . Is it bad I'm feeling challenged by this?" Ranma squints, reading the side effects. He's almost tempted to try some, but reading over the ingredients, he's probably going to avoid trying some, since it most likely have caffeinated water in it, and he doesn't want to take that risk. That, and the stroke part. "Should we. . . Dump these? Because I'm pretty sure these could be used as a murder weapon." Could someone really use energy drinks as a weapon? Eh, better safe than sorry.
"Yeesh. Yeah, I'm gonna stick with sodas from the vending machine. They might not be the healthiest, but there's less risk of dying right away from drinking one."
Stupid doomed timeline...
"I'll stick with water, thank you very much. Or tea." Ranma'd get a bottle of cold water from the vending machine, and. . . Put it in the microwave for no explained reasons.
You're both pussies. Ronnie downs the RnG drink without a second thought.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Just as he was putting the bottle in the microwave, Ranma turned and saw him chugging it. "Hey! G. . . Get that out of your mouth!" He shouted, running over to slap the NRG drink out of his hands.
Alexis just sighs and gets herself... whatever sort of lemon-lime soda they've got in this place.
Stupid doomed timeline...
Ronnie's reflexes are too fast for Ranma and finishes it off. Will you relax? It's an energy drink. Look how many Monsters I drink per day. Do you think this will make a difference to me? I need to keep my energy up. So back off.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Ranma gripped his fists, glaring some. "Well I don't want you to die from a stroke, you idiot!" The martial artist yelled, just annoyed with this. "No one else should drink these." Ranma would decree, walking over the vending machine to take the NRG drinks.
OK, you know what? You think you're so tough because you're a martial artist? You couldn't handle a real man like me. Come on, let's do this.

Ronnie sits at a table and props up his arm.

Come on, arm-wrestle me. Right now. Come on, Jackie Chan. Come on.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Hearing the challenge, Ranma grinned and rolled his eyes. "If you say so, toothpick." Ranma sat at the other end and placed his arm on the table, grasping Ronnie's hand. "I'll hold back some. Wouldn't want to accidentally break your arm. He says this both slightly cocky, and genuinely not wanting to accidentally use a lot of his strength and actually break his arm.
The two engage in arm wrestling and just as quickly, Ranma easily slams down Ronnie's arm.


Um... um... I wasn't ready. Come on, let's go again. Give it your all!
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Alexis just watches the arm wrestling, sipping on her soda.
Stupid doomed timeline...
"Well. . . If you insist." Ranma decided to go again, and didn't hold back as much this time. Which probably ends up popping Ronnie's shoulder.
Ronnie has a very stunned look on his face that lasts for a few seconds, before turning to rage.

Fuck you. I don't wanna play anymore. You're probably on steroids or something.

Ronnie walks away, rubbing his shoulder, and heads to the corner, pouting while drinking a Monster.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
"If by steroids, you mean 14 years of training since I was two years old, adaptability and skill. Then yes, I'm on all the steroids." Ranma said with a prideful grin, cracking his knuckles. "Huh. . . Feels like I was forgetting something." As if on cue, there was a loud bursting sound from the microwave, as the water bottle he put in there finally burst from the heat. "Ah, yeah. That. . ."
Man, imagine how this must look to someone who doesn't already know why you're doing that, I comment idly. ... Oh, wait, that's like everyone here except me, isn't it?
nya
". . . Like you haven't tried to make tea with a microwave before." That is code for "I swear to god, were it not for the fact I'd get stab again, I'd have decked you by now" in Ranma's terms.
Alexis just shrugs and writes something in her notes.

..it's pretty much "I'm not sure this guy knows how microwaves work", if anyone were to look.
Stupid doomed timeline...
Ranma lets out a scoff and picks up the tea kettle. "Fine. I'll just make tea the boring normal way. Satisfied?" He says, grabbing some more bottled water from the vending machine and pouring it in the kettle. The martial artist didn't want to use the sink just yet since there's still the off hand chance it could have left over poison. With a turn of the dial on the stove, Ranma puts in tea bags inside the kettle and lets it boil, sitting down. "Not like you can't ever make tea in an interesting way. After all, there is a little known art called "Martial Arts Tea Ceremony." One of the many techniques and arts I learned on my journey. Sure, it's not exactly useful, but it was still. . ." Pointless? Inane? ". . . An enthralling experience I guess. It wasn't the worst or weirdest technique I learnt." He mumbled with a slight shrug, leaning back in his seat.
Well, yea, you figured out the normal way to make tea. Using a microwave? For a martial artist, you sure are stupid. I mean, come on. Why not microwave spoons while you're at it? Blow it up and no one can have a microwave. Use your head!
I like bananas. They're yellow.
As it happens, I have not in fact attempted to make tea with a microwave before, I tell Ranma. Admittedly, not by any virtue of intelligence on my part.
nya
"I think I made tea in a microwave once, when I was in a hurry... I just used a microwave-safe ceramic mug and heated the water in that for a couple minutes. I usually use a kettle though."

Alexis shrugs and finishes her soda.
Stupid doomed timeline...
Meanwhile, Kellensea is still searching through her horde back in the office to

>Make sure nothing has been stolen.
I am the They who says it!
"So shut up and don't knock it without trying it!" He'd argue with the host a bit defensive. "If I want to make tea in the microwave, I'll make it in the microwave!"
"...okay, hold on, I'll test that out."

> Attempt to make tea in the microwave
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed


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