"Hey, everybody, this is Ed. Al, Winry, and I were wondering if you could help us settle a little argument we had a few minutes ago."

--Flashback—

Some random stranger: So, which of you is the better joke teller?

All three: I am!

Ed: No you're not, I am!

Winry: Stop being so cocky, Ed, you know I'm better than you.

Al: I'm better that either of you. (Ed and Winry turn to look at him with puzzled expressions on their faces.) Hey, I've never told jokes in front of you because you've never asked. The people I've told jokes to think I'm hilarious.

Stranger: There's only one way to settle this.

All three: What?

Stranger: Let the readers decide.

All three: Oh right, duh, good idea, etc.

--End Flashback—

"So, we need your help to resolve this argument, or it'll never get resolved. All you need to do is give each of our jokes a rating from one to five stars in your reviews, one being the worst, five being the best. Of course, I already know I'm the best joke teller, but I need proof to show to these misguided souls."

"Oh, yeah right, like you're really a great joke teller," said Winry, "Half of your jokes aren't even funny."

"By whose standards, yours?"

"Winry, Brother, calm down! Let's let the readers decide. It's time to put up the disclaimer."

"Why do we need a disclaimer," said Ed, "We own ourselves."

"Yes, but Melissa doesn't."

"But we're the ones writing this," said Winry, "Not Melissa."

"Yes, she was dumb enough to leave her username and password lying around, so I just figured, 'what the hey, she's already got a following, so we might as well use her account,'" said Ed.

"For that reason, we need to make sure not to get her in trouble," said Al.

"Your point is taken, Al," said Winry, proceeding to type at the keyboard, which she couldn't figure out why she was writing about herself in the third person, but still…

"Melissa doesn't own us, and she's not even the one writing this story. We're writing it, so if you want to flame, flame us, not her. If we reply to your reviews, we'll also be the ones replying, not Melissa. Heck, Ed figured out how to break into her e-mail account, and take care of all the mail from this story without her knowing about it, so she won't reply to any of the reviews from this story."

"So, who goes first?" asked Al.

"I'll go first," said Ed, who proceeded to begin his joke.

"Maybe we should have issued a joke disclaimer," said Winry, but it was too late. Ed was already telling the joke.

"There was this guy who was driving out in the country, when suddenly his car broke down. He happened to be near a monastery, so he went and knocked on the door of the monastery and asked for help. The monks kindly took him in, fed him, repaired his car, and asked him to stay for the night.

"As the man was resting in his bed that night, he heard a strange sound, like none he'd ever heard before. He tried to place it, but he couldn't, so he just shrugged it off and went to bed.

"Upon awakening the next morning, the monks asked him if he had had a good night's sleep. He said he had, but was wondering what that strange sound was. The sighed and said, 'We're sorry, we can't tell you because you're not a monk.'

"He said he understood, so he thanked them and then drove away in his car.

"Five years later, he was driving his car in the same area, when he broke down in front of the same monastery. As he had done previously, he went and knocked on the door for help. The monks kindly brought him in, fed him, repaired his car, and asked him to stay for the night.

"As the man was bedding down for the night, he again heard the strange sound that he had heard five years before. The next morning, he approached one of the monks and said, 'Five years ago, I was here and heard this strange sound during the night, and just last night, I heard it again. Could you please tell me what it was?'

"The monk just sighed, and said, 'I'm sorry, I can't tell you because you're not a monk.'

"At this, the man said, 'Okay, if to know what this sound is, I have to become a monk, then tell me how to become a monk.'

"'Go around the world,' said the monk, 'And find out how many blades of grass there are and how many grains of sand there are. When you have these figures, report back to us. Then you'll become a monk.'

"The man traveled all around the world, counting all the blades of grass and grains of sand. Finally, after forty years, he came back to the monastery, and told them the figures that he had come up with.

"'That is correct,' said the monk, 'You are now a monk. I will now lead you to the source of the sound.'

"The monk led the man to a wooden door. The man tried it, only to find it locked. He demanded the key to open it, which he was promptly given. He unlocked the door, only to find another door behind it, which was made of glass. He opened that door, only to find yet another door behind that one, but it was made of agate. He opened that door, only to find a door made of silver.

"He continued opening different doors made of elemerald, amethyst, gold, sapphire, topaz, and diamond. Finally, he came to the last door, which was made of ruby. He opened that door, and stepped into the room where the sound was coming from. He was absolutely shocked and amazed when he realized what the source of the sound was.

"But I can't tell you what it is, because you're not a monk."

"Edward...you, you...!" Ed felt Winry's wrench smack him across his head. "How DARE you!"

Ed laughed and took off running, while shouting, "Please give me a high rating in your reviews, and be careful when you come back for the next chapter. Winry's joke is next!"

With that, Winry picked up the pace and chased even harder after Ed. She would catch him. Sooner or later, she would catch him.