Dear Victims:
I'm on a roll… Blame my friend Angel, to whom this story and all others in this vein are dedicated. Despite the fact that the name of this story is also the name of a delicious peanut butter candy, and the other story I did that was like this had to do with candy, this story is not about candy. Wow. That sentence was very redundant, wasn't it?
Butter fingers(A Simple Misunderstanding Story)
After Ed and Al got their bodies back to normal, they decided to take a little vacation at the Rockbell's place. One day, while Winry was walking by Al's room on her way to the workshop, she heard the brothers talking behind the closed door. First, she heard Ed's voice.
"Oh my god, why didn't we ever do this before?"
"I have no idea! It's so great!"
"Yeah! I always heard about how good it felt, but we've just been too busy to get down and dirty!"
"Wait! Ed! That doesn't go there!"
"Why not?"
"It doesn't— OW! It doesn't fit! Be careful with that thing!"
"How do you know it doesn't fit? We've never done this before!"
"Just look at it! It's way too big!"
"Fine! Whatever, just gimme that!"
"Okay, just let me get it ready first."
"Hurry up!"
"Nnneeehhh…. It's not doing anything!"
"Just give it here!"
"No, I want to do it myself!"
"Well, get it over with already!"
"Nnnneeeerrrrrrrrr ah, CRAP! I think I broke it!!!!! It's squirting white stuff everywhere!!!!"
"It's supposed to do that!"
"But it won't stop! And it's sticky!"
"Oh, man you got it in my hair! Your such a klutz, Al!"
"Awww it's all over my bed! Eww! It's drying on my hands!"
Then Al came rushing through the door, his hands covered in a milky white iquid. He was closely followed by Ed, who was attempting to get the same liquid out of his hair. Neither one seemed to notice poor Winry, who was staring at them with a shocked look. "Damn stupid glue," Ed muttered under his breath. Winery looked into the room. She saw a partly constructed model car and a broken bottle of glue lying on its side.