It was a sunny Saturday morning and the crew of FMA was going to a movie theater by a coincidentally big enough car. "Why is the UPS truck following us?" Havoc asked glaring at the truck.
"Havoc, they aren't following us, they're in front of us." Ed growled.
"You're point?"
"At least the door's closed." Fury pointed out.
"He just opened it!" Havoc indignantly spat. "I'll run him off of the road."
"NO!" Hawkeye grabbed the wheel.
"What movie are we going to see?" Al asked.
"How about million dollar baby?" Breda suggested.
"No!" Havoc growled. "I've already seen Rocky; I don't need to see the female version."
"How would you know if it's a female Rocky movie or not?" Falman asked.
"Besides, there's supposed to be a surprise in it." Hughes grinned.
"The critics say it's good." Armstrong ripped his shirt off.
"I don't care one way or another what the thumb guys say!" Havoc growled.
"Why not?" Fury asked.
"Because they get paid to watch movies while all of us have to pay to watch movies, I could be a critic!" Havoc schemed.
"God help us all." Winry muttered.
"The critic could be right." Roy added.
"If I ever do go to that movie I'm not going with you." Havoc snorted.
"Why not?" Falman glanced over.
"Because people like you ruin these movies by talk like, the critics say that it's riveting! I don't want riveting! I want a stand able movie, and after the movie you people are like, hey! That thumb guy was right!" he glared at the road. "I want to strangle something," he muttered.
"How about we just go to the park?" Hawkeye suggested.
"Fine," Havoc muttered. The others sighed in relief at the lack of complaining…
To be continued?
