When You Can't Wish, !

"Gone! My noble weapon is gone! I am unable to defend the honor of the Pigtailed Girl when she is in the greatest distress! Despicable villain of villains! It is my worst nightmare of the fate of my Venus of the Evening made evident to my eyes! Nay! I will tolerate it! Bereft of what I am supremely skilled, I shall still punish you for violating the purity of- *Glah-ack! Gargle! Gulp! Glosh...*" The naked body of the Jusenkyo girl was suddenly trying to keep from drowning, again!

Ranma had used his fingers to redirect the water from the kitchen faucet into the redhead's open mouth. "Shut up, already! You look like I did, but you sound like Kuno!"

The redhead with Kuno's hairstyle put her small, slender hands before the ongoing fountain and was able to expel a pint of water. "That is because I am the heir of the Kuno clan!"

While the clothed Ranma was 'discussing' things with the naked cutie, Nabiki talked with a certain skimpily-costumed genie. "Have you ever seen Urusei Yatsura?"

"No, I haven't. But I can't stay to see it. I've granted my former master his one and only wish so-" Before Mihoshi knew it was happening, Nabiki had unfastened the blonde's brass bra. "Hey! Give that back!" She pleaded, covering her now naked boobs.

"What a clever idea, Nabiki," Kasumi said, pulling one of the strings holding up the harem pants. For some reason, the foreign woman had band-aids over her pussy and nipples.

"Give them back!" Mihoshi whined. "I can only grant other people's wishes!"

"We'll give them back if you give us that book you were reading."

"But that's a wish!"

"No, that's ****."

"Wow, nicely put, Kasumi. I knew you had it in you."

The book appeared in the oldest sister's hand. "Well, Kasumi? Can you read it? It's not in some mumble-jumble, ruin language or anything?"

"Yes, I can! And it has quite admirable calligraphy."

"Can I have my clothes back, now?!" Mihoshi pleaded.