As Edward toiled under the scorching sun, nursing his wounds, he wondered what exactly had possessed him to commit an act of such stupidity. It had started out simply enough as a game; the object to come up with a question the other can't answer within the time limit. After his brother had beaten him fifteen times, his frustration had incited him to think of a question so shocking, so completely unknown that Al couldn't possibly answer it inside the time restriction. But, he reasoned, he couldn't have known that Izumi-sensei was right behind him as he asked, "Do you think Sensei stuffs her shirt?"
-Fin-
(A/N: …Umm…I'm not entirely sure where this travesty came from. It's just that every time I see a picture of Izumi I always think, "Man, her boobs are bigger than Lust's!" And Ed and Al are boys; surely they must have noticed this. )