[The martial artist sprung back onto his feet, clapping his hands together to dust them off. Stupid salmony jerk. What does he look like, a red velvet pillow? Ranma adjusted his clothing and got the wrinkles from Toge sitting on him out, before walking over to the railing.]
Yo! You good down there? [He called out, looking out to where he watched the other cursed teen land.]
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Yo! You good down there? [He called out, looking out to where he watched the other cursed teen land.]