Hey, people, this is a very random drabble that I could not resist writing and then posting. Believe it or not, I did bother to have my beta look over this. It helps that we were in the same room while I was writing this. XD
Disclaimer: Do I look like a cow to you? Ahem. On second thought, don't answer that. No, I'm not Arakawa-sensei, and therefore no, I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Enjoy my random bouts of insanity as exemplified below.
The door opened violently, crashing against the wall and bouncing off. An automail fist stopped the rebounding door from flattening a rather well-known face, and the Fullmetal Alchemist stormed through.
The residents of the office looked up in interest, for the most part, though a Lieutenant passed by and stopped the swinging door with barely a glance to the now not-so-unusual entrance. And a Colonel blearily awakened from a short mid-morning nap on top of his conveniently cushioning paperwork.
An accusing gloved finger was leveled at Mustang, who blinked.
"It was Colonel Mustang, in the Conservatory, with the candlestick!"
And then the vertically challenged alchemist turned red coat and stormed right back out, leaving the door open.
There was a pause.
Colonel Mustang rubbed his eyes and stared at the empty doorway. "Does anyone care to explain what on earth just happened here?"
Four pairs of shoulders shrugged, and one pair straightened. "I believe, sir, that this was a reference to a popular board game in which there is a character named Colonel Mustard. Edward seems to be accusing you of murder."
Another deliberative pause.
"Some things are, perhaps, better left unquestioned," Hawkeye said delicately.
And that was that.
Hawkeye tells the truth! Don't ask what on earth I was thinking. Oh yeah, something about KFC... You know what, question at your own risk. I might actually tell you...
~UnAdulterated