I take no responsibility for my own insanity. And FMA doesn't belong to me. Sob.


"GNARFLE THE GARTHOK!" Savannah screamed as she ran into the room.

"What?" Erin asked, blinking at her.

"Gnarfle. The. Garthok." the blonde repeated, doing so extra slowly so as to get the point across.

"Oh." Jaime said. "Who's the Garthok?"

"HE IS!" Savannah pointed frantically at Ed, who was eating a donut in the corner.

And so poor Ed was brutally gnarlfled. But the donut was free to escape and live on another day, until Al found it under the bed and ate it instead.


SEE!? SEEEEEE!? THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO BAD LITTLE GARTHOKS!