"Bleeegh, Alphonse!" Edward repeated for what must have been the thousandth time that hour. I was trying to tell him I understood what he meant; even though "blegh" was a word unknown to most who spoke our language, I was quite aware of its...interesting definition. However, I suppose brother wanted to believe I had not learned what such a word meant.
By this time, Edward was shaking me, and I was nearly in tears. "I hear you, brother! Blegh!" I pleaded, feeling as if I could not take any more of this horrid conversation.
"That's right, Al. Blegh!" Ed said once more, then paused. "Hey, I told you, you're not allowed to say 'blegh,' Al!" he yelled at me, shaking me harder. "Don't ever say it again! Ever!"
"Okay, okay, Brother! I won't say it again!" I agreed, my wrists begining to hurt from Edward's tight grip around them. If only Roy would get off of his "lazy ass," as brother would say, and help me instead of sitting there, looking quite dumbfounded, and not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking out every young man his age that happened to walk by.
"Blegh!" he paused again, taking a breath and slightly loosening his fingers. "Now, what did I just say, Alphonse?"
Unaware that this question was of the sort meant to trick me, I answered with a hesitant voice, saying: "...Blegh?"
"Wrong!" was Ed's response as he hit me on the head with his right fist. At least one of my arms had been freed. "Well, actually, right. But wrong. Yeah, right but wrong. So, you lose. Yet, you still win. You're a win-loser. Or a lose-inner. Er..." Now, I was utterly confused. What was Edward babbling about? I thought I was comprehending what he was saying; something about me being a cross-over between a loser and a winner, but what was I losing and winning at? "...Just don't say that word again, got it, Al?"
"Blegh. I mean, yes!" Oops. That was completely my fault. I flinched, waiting for yet another insane response.
"What. Did. I. Just. Tell. You." Brother's sentence seemed more like several statements as opposed to a question. This frightened me a bit; I took a step back, attempting to wriggle free from his grip. "Answer me, Alphonse, or I will be forced to incest-rape you and make all the fangirls happy. Then, they'll swarm around us, begging for more sexy, steamy, hot brother pr0n, then trample us, and we'll die on the sidewalk of New York City, wherever that is, completely smushed, with those weird high-heel imprints all over our body."
Now, that was a fucking sexy idea that I would so go with, except for the bit having to do with the fangirls completely murdering us...er, rather, a disturbing thought, and made me freeze up completely.
"Y...You told me not to say the word..."
"What word?"
"Blegh?" Shit!
"That's it, Alphonse. The fangirls are about to be joyous."
END.