"You have to be kidding me."
But no, Alphonse Elric was not kidding.
Al pushed the tiny glass further across the table. It was really no more than a shot glass, but to Edward Elric it seemed as big as a barrel. His golden eyes were set on it as if it would rear up and bite him on the nose.
"No fair!" he immediately screamed, pounding his fists on his knees. Ed glared from the glass to the enormous suit of armor that housed his younger brother.
"But brother, you lost! You have to do it!" protested said younger brother, his childish voice horribly out of place in the behemoth that was his temporary body. He used a gloved finger to gently nudge the glass just a touch closer to Ed.
"I don't CARE!" Ed howled. He reeled away from the table, holding his hands up in a "Try-To-Make-Me-Drink-It-I-Dare-You!" fighting pose. This consisted of one hand covering his mouth firmly, the other raised in a wary, defensive karate chop.
"ED!" Al leapt to his feet and dove at his older brother. This resulted in a tangle of metal and flesh limbs, cursing, and general screaming from Ed.
"THIS'LL TEACH YOU!"
"BROTHER, YOU HAVE TO!"
"OW! ANYTHING BUT THAT! NOT THE COW PISS! NOOOOO-!"
"What the hell?"
Roy Mustang stared down at the scene before him, his mug of coffee momentarily forgotten in his hand. Al and Ed ceased their floor-battle to stare right back up at him. Al's loincloth was in danger of being ripped right off. Ed was wearing his milk all over his face, the glass balancing precariously on his head. Al snatched the glass off Ed's head and held it aloft, victorious.
"Look, Roy! I did it!"