Me: Hello pips. I've decided, thanks to my wonderful reviewers, to turn Cheese into a drabble series. Hope you all like the series as much as the original... guess what? I can play Star Wars on the keyboard! Yay me! Anyway... Maes, would you like to do the disclaimer?
Random person walks in and whispers something in my ear...
Me: NO! Hughes is not dead! That was all staged, I tell you! Maes...
Silence...
Me: Maes? Maes! MAES! NOOO! You can't be dead!
Disclaimer: Anyway... she doesn't even own her sanity, how can you think she would own FMA, you asshat?
Tartar Sauce
Sig liked tartar sauce since childhood. He would get tons of packets at school and eat them all plain. And he never got sick of it. Sure, he got sick, but he never stopped eating it. Equivalent Exchange, as his wife would say.
Izumi despised the stuff. It looked like white, bumpy slime. And she alone knew what it was made of. So one day after sparring with Ed and Al, she came into the kitchen to find Sig neglecting the store and stuffing his face, literally, with tartar sauce. There was no way this was equivalent exchange. This was simply torture. Thus the formation of her evil plan. As Sig stuck another spoon of the substance into his mouth, she cleared her throat to get his attention. He jerked his head slightly in her direction, but otherwise showed no sign of acknowledgement. "Sig, honey," she said sweetly. "You do realize the ingredients of the... stuff you're consuming right now? It's made of mayonnaise and fish brains." Her plan was rewarded as her beloved husband turned ashen gray and dashed for the bathroom. The subsequent spattering on the bathroom floor was music to her ears. "You know you're cleaning that up, right?"
Me: Gotta go. Review please.