Ok! I'm finally taking a break from reviving lost scriptfics so I can write something random and stupid again!!! Just like the good old script days...except this isn't in script...Oh crud, now I'm depressed. Oh, and I don't own fullmetal alchemist!
"She found out! RUN!!"
"USE YOUR FEET, THEY WERE MADE FOR ESCAPING DEATH!!!"
"RELYING ON THEM IS DOOM, YOU FOOL!!!"
"USE SKATES!!"
Breda, Havoc, Farman, Roy, and some other people ran terrified, through the halls, closely followed by an enraged Hawkeye. Ed and Al watched them all run by in silence.
"I guess that Hawkeye found out about the mini-skirt plan..."
"Yup."
"Then...the Colonel won't be using his office for a while..." Ed smiled knowingly.
"Niisan...?" said Al, fearing for his brothers sanity.
"LET'S MESS UP HIS OFFICE!!!"
Ten minutes and thirteen seconds later...
Ed was hanging over a pool of acid in a random room right below Roys office.
"Stupid security..." he muttered.
Somewhere else, Al was shielding some kittens from the rain outside. But enough of that. The room Ed was in had some huge computer thingy. It started bleeping and stuff.
Identification?
"What?"
YOU ARE A SHRIMP
"WHO'S SO SMALL THAT THE AUTHORS LITTLE BROTHER IS A MOUNTAIN IN COMPARISON TO ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
Identification found. Edward Elric.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Col. Mustangs face came up on the screen. "Gotcha now, shrimp! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
Ed screamed in horror, for the acid suddenly turned into milk as the mechanism began lowering him. "Curse you Roy!!! CURSE YOU!!!!"
Somewhere upstairs...
Hawkeye stepped out of a broom closet, her pistol in hand, and her uniform spattered with blood. A job well done, she thought.
END!
Yup...that what happens when you eat too much cookie dough. Review! Flamers are welcome!
