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Barry the Chopper: She doesn't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If she did, I would get a bigger cleaver... (Maybe like that one I saw on Bleach)

"FALCON PWNCH!" I cheered as Al punched out the Cleaver-dude.

He got bored of me and Al arguing, so he attacked. Which led to Al punching him out shouting how rude it is to interrupt someone's argument.

66 was on the ground, glaring at Al. "Aw, son of a bi-"

"HEY!" I shouted. "Watch your damn language!"

"Shut up!" He got up again and started slashing at me.

Funny thing 'bout my homunculus power... Apparently bullets bounce off, but knifes still hurt like hell. What the hell, Truth-kun? What the hell?

It was a frenzy of slashing, punching and WTFing. It was fairly even, until Al caught 66's cleaver in his elbow and broke it. Then Al punched him out again.

"Wow, Al. You're doing great!" I said as I gave him a thumbs up.

"I'm doing everything!"

CLANK. I turned around to see 66's head hit the floor. He seemed pissed off.

"Bastard... You knocked my head off..." he grumbled.

"C'mon, 66. Calling Al a bastard is no way to get ahead."

Wow, for two suits of armor, they really know how to glare at people.

"Mischief, please. No head puns."

"I'm just pointing out how empty-headed he is."

"Mischief!"

"What?"

"Stop."

"'Kay."

"Anyways, what happened to your..."

"Body?" 66 asked. "Let me tell you a story..."

"Yay! Story time!" I sat on the ground and looked up at 66 with bright eyes.

66 pulled out a story book and sat down as well. Al facepalmed and thought 'Where the hell did the logic in this world go?'

"Once upon a time, there was a butcher in Central Center named Barry. Barry loved slicing up meat. One day he got bored with pigs and cows and went after people. Eventually he got caught, but not before chopping up 23 victims. He struck fear into the hearts of people across the city. So he was sent to the gallows. The end. Well that's the public version anyways." Then tossed the story book aside. "What really happened was, he was given a job offer. He would be allowed to live as long as he guarded a certain place-"

"You stink at your job then."

"Shh!"

"He lost his flesh and had his soul bound to armor. And you're looking at him!" He held up his butcher knife. "I'M BARRY THE CHOPPER!"

Al tilted his head to the side. "Who?"

I pointed at Al and activated 'mah southern accent'. "He be from da East. He don't know 'bout no city folk killa."

"I do not talk like that!"

"But I know 'bout you, Barry!" I ran up with a wide smile. "Can I have an autograph?"

Barry picked up the broken piece of cleaver. "Where do you want it, arm or leg?"

"Uh, never mind..."

"How come neither of you is freaking out? It's supposed to be 'AAAH!' and 'EEEEK!' and 'What's up with that body?'"

Al and I looked at each other for a second before Al removed his own head.

"GAAAH!" screamed the dude that lost his own head a few minutes ago.

"Barry, have some dignity. No need to go losing your head." Smack. "Ow! Al that hurt! Especially since you're metal!"

"Another inmate?" Barry asked.

I giggled. "As if! This guy couldn't kill a fly!"

"In my defense, it wouldn't hold still!"

"You smacked me in the face with the fly-swatter!"

"It was on your nose!"

"So why is he like that, then?"

Before I could stop him, Al said "My brother transmuted my soul into this armor when my body vanished."

Barry got a thoughtful look on his face. Geez, can all the suits of armor here pull off facial expressions? Where the hell did the logic go?

"A bro, huh? Heh. Anyways, do you trust your bro?"

"Of course I do." Al responded. "He put his life on the line to transmute my soul."

"Aah, brotherly love is a beautiful thing. Even if it's fake."

POW. Barry's head was flying until it smacked against the wall. The rest of him fell to the ground from the force of how hard I punched him.

"M-Mischief?" Al stammered.

Barry scrambled back. "Holy crap! Just why the hell did you do that for? I was just saying his 'brother' could've artificially created his personality and memories."

KICK. Barry's own head knocked his body over as I kicked it.

"Don't you disrespect the bond of siblings!"

Suddenly Barry got up and knocked me over. He raised his knife over his head. "What are you defending a fake human for, girlie?"

Then Guardsman A FINALLY shows up. "Hey! What are you doing he-*sliced*" Then got pwned.

"Now where were we? Oh yeah. Gehehehehe!"

BLAM BLAM. There were two bullet holes in his knife-hand. Two bullets that somehow bounced off the wall, bounced off me, and scared off a random cat. Sorry cat.

"Hey-"

"I swear, if you say 'Hey Barry, do you need a hand?' you're ending up like that guy." Barry pointed at the dead guard.

"You're no fun!" I said with a pout. I looked at the two that fired the shots. "Hey, it's 'bout time you got here! Al's having a Heroic Blue Screen of Death over here!"

"A what?"

"Just shoot the damn knife nut!"

Barry sighed. "The hell? Where's the damn security?" Glance at pwned guard. "Oh."

BOOM! The building suddenly collapsed. Ed must've had some party in there. Wait a sec...

"Ed's still in there!" I screamed as I ran inside. Then Envy came out with Ed while I was still in there.

I have. The worst. timing. Ever.

Then a rock landed on my head. And everything went dark.

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