Ecchi Seishi

Tamahome and Tasuki sit at Tae's computer.  Kenshin is in the kitchen, blissfully unaware of the havoc about to be caused in the next room.
Tasuki:  I think this is the power button.

Tamahome: I hope you're right.  If we break this thing we'll be in real trouble.

Tasuki: What'sa matter Tama-kun?  Afraid of Tae-chan?

Tamahome (working hard to remain unfazed):  Hai.  Not to mention the killer in the next room that always sides with her.

Kenshin:    Achoo!  Oro?

With a little effort, the boys get the computer started, connected to the internet, and running Netscape.
Tasuki:  All right...  Tae-chan says that the best place to start looking for things is at the Anime Turnpike.  Sugoi!!  She's got a bookmark setup.

Tamahome:  What kind of sites do they have.... Sailor Moon, Rurouni Kenshin, Fushigi Yuugi.

Both pause and consider this for a moment.
Tasuki & Tamahome:  Nah

Tasuki:  How about this one--- All Lemon, All the Time?

Tamahome:  Or this one:  Nothing but Ecchi?

That night, Tae logs on to check her mail.
    Tae (loud and vexed):  Tasuki!!  Tamahome!!  Kenshin!!
    Tasuki:  Hai!
Tamahome:  What's up, Tae-chan?

Kenshin:  Welcome home, Tae-dono.  (He's on a different page of the script).

Tae  (pointing at the displayed mail messages): Do you have any idea why I'm getting this kind of spam?!

Her mailbox is filled with messages that have subject lines like Girls! Girls! Girls! and Online Sex.
Tamahome & Tasuki:  Nope!  Haven't-got-a-clue.

Kenshin:  Weren't the two of you in here using the computer this afternoon?

Tasuki:  Would you be quiet!

Tamahome:  Yeah, shut-up, Kenshin.

Kenshin:  Oro?

Tae:  I thought so.

Flames begin to dance madly around her as she reaches into hammer-space and pulls out a hyper-dimensional hammer, size Grade-A Extra Large.
Tae:  Tamahome and Tasuki no BAKA!  Hentai!!  (Landing solid blows in-between phrases):  Thanks <wham!> for getting my email address <wham!> on all these ecchi lists! <wham!>.  Don't you ever <wham!> touch <wham!> my <wham!> computer <wham!> again.  <wham!>
Anger vented, Tae tosses the hammer aside.
Tae (sweetly, normally... as if Tamahome and Tasuki hadn't just been pounded into goo):  Ne, Kenshin... what's for dinner?

Kenshin (a little bug-eyed):  Ano... anything you want, Tae-dono.

Tae:  Damn straight.

Tamahome (in a pain filled voice):  Could someone call us a doctor?

Tae:  Oh hush.  I didn't hurt you any.