No one ever called Mousse the most observant person on the planet. In fact, most would say he was pretty dense when it came to the obvious. Coupled with his myopic vision, this made for a dangerous combination, for both the amazon male, and anyone within close vicinity of him. Bad eye-sight, hidden weapons, and a quick temper does not a good combination make. However, the boy had gotten a little better. For instance, he now knew the basic figure of everyone who lived at the restaurant, a figure that Shampoo's brawny, nearly six and a half foot form no longer matched. A new form that Mousse had seen exit Shampoo's room. The boy's reaction was immediate, and quite deadly, as multiple sharp objects left his hands at high speed.
"Hold it you fiend!!! What were you doing in Shampoo's room?!" He asked after he let his weapons fly.
While her much more muscular physique made it difficult, Shampoo managed to dodge each point object by a hairs width, while the blunt ones bounced harmlessly off her.
"Stupid Mousse! I is Shampoo!" the amazon said, fury and annoyance in her voice.
"Like I would believe that! There's no way a massive freak like you could be my beautiful, lithe, svelte Shampoo!"
Shampoo couldn't stand any more of his idiocy, and was trying to decide whether she should just bat him aside and continue to Ranma, or get back at him for the massive freak comment.
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