Ed's answering machine: What Ed hears in the mornings, now you can hear, too...

Ed walked over to the answering machine. Normally, he wanted to play his messages to get it over with because EVERYONE sounded like a little kid over the phone. Today was no different. He pressed the button. The answering machine said in its odd little mechanical voice"Mailbox 1. You have 6 new messages."

"Well, I guess I'd better sit down. This is a lot of" Ed yawned. "-messages."

The message played that Ed and Al had recorded together.

BEEP Hey! You've reached Ed and Al Elric. Leave a message that we think is important, or you'll have the taste of cold steel in your mouth for days! Hahahahaha!

BEEP

BEEP

Ed, this is Winry. Just calling to see if, well, if you were in town sometime, that you could, well, um, come over for dinner. And an automail checkup. Take care of it!

BEEP

"Whatever. When I'm over there, I'll take up that offer. But not now."

BEEP

Edward, just telling you, I found the number to the answering machine. It's 22446688. That's so you can call the machine from somewhere else so you can listen to your messages at Winry's, or somewhere. Call back.

BEEP

"Good to know, good to know." Ed wrote down the number on a sheet of paper.

BEEP

Edward, this is Lt. Col. Mustang. Get your butt down to Central right now. We need you. No one is to know of this, all right? This is a confidential thing. If anyone asks, you didn't hear anything.

BEEP

As usual, this call from Mustang was preeeetty crazy. "He really needs counseling..." Ed said aloud.

BEEP

OOoonaamawokakakaka. Hamanamakooolf rojtzhe. Heneomoney aksksak, oonama sawanakaj natoooookanana.

BEEP

"OH my GOD. This is the last nerve with these guys. If I have to tell them one more time to stop calling me because I cannot understand their messages, I'm gonna..."

BEEP

Yo, Ed my man, my man! I just got another roll of pictures of Elicia developed, wanna come and see them? They're sooooo cute! Please? Come on over anytime. I'm counting on you!

BEEP

"Elicia is cute, but not so cute that whenever Hughes takes a bunch of pictures of her that I'd want to see them."

BEEP

Ed, If you're not up by by now, and this message doesn't wake you up, then I am assuming that you are dead and that I should call the undertaker. And the hearse. And the embalmer. And the mourners. And the florists. And the guests. And the caterers. And everyone else that's involved in a funeral. Call back if you're really not dead.

BEEP

"Al needs counseling, too, apparently."

This was the end of the messages. The answering machine sang out"End of messages. You have 6 old messages."

"That will leave a sharp, painful imprint on my mind today. Cool"

And he got up, streched, and got dressed.

Hey, this is my first fanfic, so pleeeeeeez go reeally easy on me...I am a rookie. I like cookies. Rookie. Cookie. Hahahahahahahahaha!

Sadly, I don't own FMA. Or answering machines. Or Ed. Wah.

I owe some of the messages inspiration to my friend Roy. That's funny! There's a Roy Mustang, and there's my friend Roy! Whatever. Now I'm off track.

NO FLAMES PLEASE, and you know who you are.