Grapes

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!"

The three miscreants tried hard not to let a single giggle slip out. Fury just started saying his prayers, hoping that death would be quick.

Havoc thought a rib would break from not-laughing.

"WHO THE FUCKING HELL DID THIS! WHAT'S WITH THE FUCKING GRAPES!"

"That's three time's he's said 'fuck' or a variant thereof," Farman whispered clinically.

"I don't think that's a cause for celebration," Fury hissed. "In fact –"

"Heads up, troops," Havoc interrupted. "General's coming."

And oh, it was a sight to see! Covered in pulp, seeds, and rather odd-looking stains, General Roy Mustang stomped out of his office, beautifully and gloriously angry. It almost made Havoc regret leaving him.

Almost.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" the normally-composed General screamed.

Ouch. Nearly broke the sonic barrier, there.

Blue eyes twinkled disarmingly. "What was what, sir?"

Cain had to hand it to him, he was good at pranks. Though, the powdered glue in the sink was going a little too far...

"Four," Farman muttered inaudibly.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE GRAPES DOING IN MY OFFICE!"

"Handkerchief?"

Havoc ran from the office, laughing maniacally, followed by a pissed-as-hell Mustang and a wave of fire.

a/n: I'm leaving the details of the actual prank up to you guys... ;;