Disclaimer:

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I don't own FMA

But neither do you

Author's Note: Yeah, well…I know this parody is really weird. It's supposed to be that way. I once noticed that there was too much dialogue and not enough describing of anything else in one of my stories. I figured that I could write something TOTALLY dialogue. So here it is. Most of the time, you will have no clue who's talking, but if there's a joke involving a character, you'll get who it is. Once again, this is a parody, so expect OoC-ness. I hope you enjoy!

"Hi."

"Hi."

"I'm bored."

"Me too."

"What do you want to do?"

"Go shopping."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a woman." (I'm female…so don't take this badly.)

"Fine. Where do you want to go?"

"Let's go to Ross." (Three guesses who this is!)

"Why?"

"It's cool. My parents own it. It's been passed down my family for-"

"ROSS IS TURNING INTO ARMSTRONG! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Very funny."

"Hi guys."

"Hi."

"What where you talking about?"

"Shopping."

"I like Target."

"Because it's cheap?"

"Yeah. But they have pretty nice stuff. I like the underwear."

"The underwear?"

"Yeah. The quality is great. It lasts a lot longer than underwear from the mall."

"Why are we talking about underwear longevity? Is that really relevant?"

"No."

"I love squirrels."

"Are squirrels really relevant?"

"No."

"Hi guys. Notice anything different about me?"

"No."

"I'm wearing new underwear."

"How would we notice this?"

"It's giving off this good vibe, you know?"

"HE'S TURNING INTO A HIPPIE! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Will you STOP DOING THAT?"

"Where'd you get the underwear?"

"Target."

"Yes! High five!"

"I'm leaving. You guys are stupid."

"Okay. Bye."

"Let's go to Target!"

"Hiiiiiiiii…"

"Ah! It's Gluttony! Shoot him!"

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!"

"Is it really necessary for you to make gun noises?"

"No. I'm sorry."

"Let's go to McDonald's!"

"No, Gluttony."

"Can I eat you?"

"Eat Armstrong. We don't like him."

"My techniques have been passed down the Armstrong line for generations! I cannot lose!"

"Armstrong is turning into Ross! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Shut UP!"

"I'm going to eat you…"

"Never!"

"Ha! My…uh…"

"Blubber?"

"My blubber has absorbed your punch! I WILL EAT YOU!"

"Noooooooooooooooooooo! I'm too buff to die! Pretty boys DO die young!"

"….Pretty?"

"…Young?"

"Eat your arm or something!"

"Okay…OW! It hurts…but it's so yummy! Rararararararararara!"

"He's actually eating his own arm?"

"Maybe we can just have him kill himself by eating his own head."

"I don't think you can eat your own head."

"I can eat yoooooooooour head…"

"No. Eat your other arm."