Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own FMA.
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A Sub Story
"Hawkeye!" Colenol Roy Mustang yelled from his office. "HAWKEYE!"
"Yes sir?" Riza Hawkeye asked, walking into the Colenol's office. She sounded very bored. "What is it?"
"I need two tanks and a chopper, immediately."
"Why sir?"
"Because they look cool, why else?"
"Right away, sir." She then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Oh! And throw in a sub too!" He could just make out Hawkeye sighing before he went back to work.
1 hour later
"Your chopper and tanks are outside sir."
"Where is my sub?"
"In the water. Where else would it be?"
"Water! But it will get soggy!"
"Soggy? Metal is meant to get wet sir."
"Since when have sandwiches been made out of metal?"
"Oh. Sorry, I thought you meant an underwater submarine. Well, what kind of sub would you like?"
"I want a- aren't you going to write this down?" Hawkeye pulled out a pad of paper. "Ok. I want chicken and turkey and roast beef and ham, with chedder and swiss and provolone and American and colby-jack and jalepeno cheese." Hawkeye was scribbling away furiously on the notepad. "Put on some pickles and lettuce and tomotoe and onion and cucumber and mayonaisse and Italian dressing and pudding-"
"Pudding, sir? On the sub?"
"Yes. And cake and cookies and icecream and pizza and chicken tenders and saltwater taffy and-"
"Sir?"
"Yes Hawkeye?"
"I've run out of room."
"Well then use the back!"
"Oh, yes, of course."
"Where was I? Oh yes. And Cinnamon toast, and rice, and mint, and oreos, and tomatoe soup and-"
"Colonel!" Roy looked up at Riza, only he wasn't looking at the lieutenant. What was staring at him was the wrong side of Hawkeye's gun. The side you really didn't want to be on when she was mad. "Shut up right now or I'll shoot you!"
"But-"
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Mustang ducked behind the desk just in time. "Geez Hwakeye! Can't I have lunch?"
"Get it yourself." With that she walked away.
"What's up with her?"
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